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Yandere! Dan Heng x Reader : Shackled Love

Shackled Love. Drabble/Oneshot

Warnings: Slight Violence, Yandere, Prison, implied minor character death. Spoilers

To Truly See the Sky.

Synopsis: A warden of shackling prison! Reader x Stockholm syndrome! Yandere! Dan Heng decides to bring you with him when he breaks out. Whether you are willing or not.

“You care for me, don’t you?” Dan Heng stated one day in the shackling prison

Always there, providing comfort, you feel bad for the high elder who fell so far as a paragon of virtue and righteousness as the idol of all vidyhadyra.

"Not like the others here." mused Dan Heng eye searching for an answer

"I cannot forgive the crimes but, you are not the criminal" You adverted was all you simply said, and perhaps your mistake was admitting you did " and I do"

The one you once admired as a champion of the sword tournament defender of the xianzhou and sealer of Scalegorge Valley was now reduced to molting rebirth. You admit you were a bit bitter about how your idol has fallen, however, unlike your coworkers who mocked his fall you stood up for him “The high elder is still to be respected for his past deeds of protecting the loufu for many years ”

However, in contrast, they scoffed “Look at him now condemned to rot away in here”

The preceptors had ordered after molting rebirth that Dan Heng be watched in shackling prison in case of any relapses or signs of resistance as a consequence from his past life's actions.

It was your duty to tell him his past and past sins, despite being de-aged as the new Dan Heng. He was confused and resentful, of his past self for being the reason he was stuck in this place.

You were just one of those assigned to take care him, teach him, and watch if he reawakened his memories or fought back.

Many took their duties as a way to deride him or face the sins of the past he could not remember. A way of taking out their feelings of loss, grief, and hatred for those who died on the day of the tragedy.

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However, Baby! Dan Heng is so cute and innocent, how could you hate him?

It is simply common decency to defend him and take care of him. Also, guilt gnaws at you that this is all you can do.

He was still just a child so, you tried to make the cell more comfortable and bring toys to play with, though he didn't seem all too interested. You even brought in a ball to play catch between the bars. But he prefers strategic board games like Go, which despite his young age he often beats you at.

However, he devours any books you bring to occupy his mind. At first ones with bright pictures of planets and expanse skylines each more brilliant than the next.

“Can I go here one day?” He asked all innocence and trust and hope in his voice. Also a tinge of desperation as he pointed to the painted picture of firey volcanos, vast deserts, gorgeous seascapes, and blue-filled skys.

“I’ll see the sky with you” you pinky promise to the child who was shackled to dwell in prison in eternity. You couldn’t disappoint such hopeful eyes.

"Together?" Transfixed he stared at your eyes recognizing in it a similar color of the sky’s and planets he so longed to see.

“Sky? As if you’ll be lucky to even see something like that after what crimes your predecessor committed" Your fellow wardens laughed at throwing the ripped picture book at his feet a few days later having caught wind of the conversation and determined to bury such hopes

They provoke him to try to get him written up for bad behavior so that he could be committed to the shackling prison forever.

The books you brought in grew more complex as he aged resembling greatly the Dan Feng of the past, which makes the abuse of the wardens worse.

The guards hold back many of his gifts from an anonymous source but you bring them in anyway. Most being complex books and scrolls which he seems to enjoy.

However, it is inevitable you are found out and your superiors are upset at your decision but take it out on Dan Heng.

"They are just hiding under a new form and name, and not a good one at that! Dan Heng is just one letter off Dan Feng" scoffed your fellow warden keeper as he kicked him.

You move quickly to stop them but are held back and forced to watch. Later you file a report that is sure to get them fired but the damage is done.

There is a fire in Dan Heng's eyes that wasn't there before and perhaps it is inevitable what comes next.

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One day he does break out.

Your fellow guards are broken and bleeding on the floor.

You are frozen in fear wondering what he will do to you after keeping him locked up so long, even though it was only your job.

He was not taught to fight perhaps, though his body remembers or the books you brought him you realize with sudden flash.

“It’s time to fulfill your promise.” He says with a sickly sweet smile and takes you by the arm. Not a child now but a man taller than you now with horns and a spear tipped red with blood by his side.

"Wh-what? " Your voice trembled.

You saw reflected in his eyes is only you. As you realized with dawning horror for so long you were his only sky.

‘Perhaps setting him free would let him let you go?’ Vainly you hoped as you nodded stiffly and opened the cage of the monster with your own shaking hands.

“Time to see the sky together” he reminds you as he drags you out leaving the corpses of your friends behind

You find yourself traveling amongst the stars. Dan Heng's bloody escape leaves bodies in your wake.

A role in aiding and abetting a traitor's escape had resulted in your own exile from the loufu the only home you had ever known.

Huddled in his arms and stuck in embrace on a windy cliff of one such planet to see the stars & skies. You cannot break a cage you created by yourself.

“If only we could make this last forever” hummed Dan Heng as an idle thought but it made your blood turns cold remembering why he had been placed in the shackling prison in the first place .

Imbibitor Lunae's Sedition, Inciting riots, thieving immortality

While you were long-lived were you long-lived enough to make him change his mind once it was set?

And looking up in fear at his serpentine long lived eyes you saw you were the prisoner all along not him.

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Extra: All Aboard the Express.

You both board the astral express after many years of wandering.

A couple that had eloped from some sort of trouble smoothly Dan Heng explained. So you shared the same room in the archives where he pored over knowledge gained from the many worlds you had explored.

A volcano planet. A picnic by seaside planet, a windy cliff within the eye of an ever-blowing storm.

He was strong not so easily breakable in the shackling prison, but you were at this point from many fruitless escape attempts, so you simply nodded along with his every explanation.

Maybe one day you would gain the light in your eyes again to plan your escape. However just as quickly he would catch and crush that hope as the hunt sung in veins.

Where could you go with the Hunt following you?

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If I changed the ending and story a bit this could probably be blade except ending with you stuck w/ the Stelleron hunters which would be less of an escape option.

However, I feel like it’s more unexpected being Dan Heng, and low key yanderes are with power are interesting.

Plus, I’m on a weird prison kick and not sure did blade go to shackling prison? probably at some point but Dan Heng had him in the card with it and that sort of inspired this fic plus not enough yandere Dan Heng fics.

Probably AU as implied Dan Heng sentenced eternally to shackling prison but a breakout attempt aided by Jing Yuan having readers sneak in information through books & games to trigger Dan Heng's battle memory/powers as Dan Feng.

Since Dan Heng was exiled officially or maybe the breakout was covered up by Jing Yuan since they were friends & Dan Heng was a former high elder.

#honkai star rail #dan heng #male yandere x reader #yandere dan heng #yandere imagines #dan heng x you #honkai dan heng #dan heng il #hsr dan heng #dan heng imbibitor lunae #imbibitor lunae #honkai star rail imagines

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 4. Our Fight.

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Spynosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Sexual harassment. Smut. Physical violence. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MNDI. +18. Word count: 4692 words. A/N: Hello, peeps! Long time no see. I just bought my first PC, so I can finally write without slamming my old laptop for it to work. This is a long one, so enjoy!

There was something about eating a simple cup of noodles in a hotel room after a tiring day of training. It was somewhat special and comforting, like a mother singing a lullaby before taking a nap. That cozy feeling of surviving another day of training before a big fight. Yuuji settled the kettle and prepared the cup of noodles in the small kitchen area of our hotel room. We bought them in a nearby corner store when we took our break from Sukuna’s training.

We slurped our feelings away and let our bodies melt away with the hot broth. I sighed as my back laid fully in the cuck chair that every hotel room has for some reason. Yuuji ate his noodles like he hadn't eaten in days. Our bodies ache for all the training, but we could finally relax in the small room.

“He is going to fucking kill me one of these days,” I sighed before grabbing a mouthful of noodles.

“Same. I don’t know how I have been able to keep up all these years,” Yuuji said with a weak smile.

“Gojo told me you guys have trained since you were little, how was Sukuna back then?” I asked with curiosity, putting my feet up in the closest furniture piece to get more comfortable.

“He was a menace. He is still a menace,” Yuuji giggled. “Our parents were so tired of his ratty and chaotic behavior that they sent him to a pediatrician. She told our parents that they had to find an activity for him to get his energy out. They tried everything. Mountain biking, climbing, dancing. He ended up liking kickboxing.”

“Damn. I feel bad for your parents.”

I could imagine a small Sukuna trying all of those different activities. Riding a dirt bike and acing every trick he could learn, even if that meant breaking a bone or two in the process. Being one of those kids who wants to try the hardest path on the climbing wall but falls over and over trying to prove himself he can do it. A smile appeared on my face when I pictured him trying ballet in a cute pink tutu. That would be adorable.

“They are really proud of him. Except for that time when he slept with Choso’s fiancé, of course. Dad was really pissed at him, but Mom tried to defend him,” Yuuji remembered as if it was yesterday.

“Your brother is still single?” I asked curious, trying not to be too obvious.

“Yeah. He told me it was hard going back to dating when he has trust issues,” he answered. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason. Just curious,”

“Really? I thought you liked him.” I coughed out the noodles from the shock. Maybe I was too obvious. Yuuji looked at me in shock. “Oh shit, you really like him. I was just joking.” I blushed immediately. I outed myself, just like that.

“I mean… he is kinda cute,” I said as I fake like he wasn’t the big deal.

“Maybe I can set you up on a date with him one of these days. What do you think?” Yuuji asked me.

“If Choso is okay with that, that would be great,” I answered. I really didn’t want to bother him if he was still healing from his brother's betrayal.

The night rolled in Dubai. Little by little, the city was shutting down under the cloak of darkness with a vibrancy that rivaled the stars overhead. The skyline, a jagged silhouette against the ink-black sky, was a testament to human ingenuity and ambition. The air was balmy, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the sea from the Persian Gulf, mingling with the exotic aromas of spices and perfumes that wafted from the open doorways of the bustling souks.

A ping on my phone woke me up in the middle of the dark room. I grabbed it weakly to check what it was. The white screen flashed my eyes for a second, blinding me. My eyes blinked a couple of times to get used to the light. It was a message from Sukuna who was responsible for waking me up.

Cocky Bastard: Come to my room.

I looked at the time on my phone. 2:31 am. “This bitch…” I thought as I sat on the edge of the bed and slid my slippers in while yawning. I put my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed a hoodie to cover the fact that I was in pajamas. I was getting out of the room when my phone pinged again.

Cocky Bastard: Now.

“It better be important, or I’ll fucking kill you,” I thought as I typed angrily an answer.

You: Omw.

The hotel halls were an embodiment of luxury and tradition, where polished floors and golden lantern lights welcomed me into a clear path to Sukuna’s room at the other end of the hall. Ornate lanterns cast intricate shadows on walls adorned with rich tapestries and art, bridging ancient and modern worlds. The air, perfumed with jasmine and sandalwood, carried the blend of traditional Arabic melodies and contemporary tunes, adding to the ambiance.

A slam on the door woke my body up in a survival instinct. The sound of clicking heels against the marble floors were coming right to me. A beautiful and hot woman in a stunning red dress walked angrily past me while mumbling something to herself in Arabic. She was fuming. I wanted to help her, but I don’t think we spoke the same language.

I got to the room and knocked on his door three times like a secret code. He yelled to get in from the other side, naturally, I followed his order. The elegant living room of the most expensive suite of the hotel welcomed me with open arms. I walked in to see Sukuna drinking some red wine in the hotel’s comfy bathrobe.

“What the hell are you doing up at this time? You should be resting,” I scold him as I get to him. I tried to take the glass of wine out of his hands, but he pulled it away. Instead, he poured another glass for me.

“I’ll get straight to the point. I am a little bit desperate, you see,” Sukuna scoffed as he pushed the glass of wine to me without looking. “I have a luck ritual before every fight, I have to have satisfying sex before the fight to win.”

Oh, that's what it was… Was Sukuna really asking me to fuck with him? I was only his coach. I didn’t know he could see me with those eyes. Maybe he was really that desperate. The red wine was tempting me, I really needed alcohol in my system after hearing that.

“So you want to fuck with me?” I asked bluntly.

“‘Want’ is a strong word. If I wasn’t in this situation, I wouldn’t fuck you. You are not my type at all. I like petite girls I can easily break,” he scoffed. For some reason, that last comment made my blood boil. “It’s just to avoid my jinx. I won’t ask you to do it again.”

I was about to suggest hiring a prostitute, but I remembered we were in a very conservative country. There were very strict laws against prostitution, so looking for one would be an impossible task.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” I said as I grabbed the glass and stirred it to oxygen the maroon liquid.

“That’s all the convincing I need to do?” He asked, a bit surprised.

“At least that way, you won’t fuck another person’s fiancé.” Sukuna laughed, clearly offended.

“Yuuji told you?… That bastard.” He smirked, not believing his little brother would tell on him with his own coach.

“Yuuji told me about your jinx, so I believe you,” I said before gulping down the wine in one shot. “Since this is a one time thing, let’s get this done then.” I said before pushing him by the chest, cornering him back against the counter to kiss him.

Our lips collided into a frenetic dance to show each other who was really in control. We tilt our heads to deepen the kiss and reach for our tongues. He bit my lower lip to pull me closer to his face. His hand reached for my scalp to pull my head closer by my hair. My sneaky fingers snaked around his neck and shoulders to grab the back of his pink hair to make him behave. We were two wild dogs whose owners were pulling on their leashes to control them.

His big hands wrapped my waist to turn the tables. Sukuna pulled me up to make me sit on the cold kitchen counter. I grabbed him by the robe to keep him in place. Kissing Sukuna was like surviving in a thunderstorm. It was fierce and strong, but oddly warm once you get to the coldness. He grabbed me by my ass to pull my pelvis to his crotch. He was too damn good at this for his own good. I could feel my panties getting wet.

“I didn’t know you were such a slut,” he moaned against my lips. I pulled away to slap him across his face. He smirked, surprised by the sudden act of violence.

“I am sorry, did that hurt?” I asked in a fake innocent voice.

“Oh… you’ll fucking regret that,” Sukuna spat as he tossed me over his shoulder and spanked my ass. I squealed and covered it as I could with my hands. “I am sorry, did that hurt?” He imitated me. I scoffed in shame.

Sukuna took me to the sofa and tossed me in it. He quickly removed his bathrobe to expose himself to me. I took a quick scan of him. His fluffy pink hair was a mess with black hair poking underneath. His massive pecs were shaved and ready for tomorrow’s show. He had perfectly toned abs to die for, but what really surprised me was the star of tonight’s show, his massive thick cock. I was long and meaty, perfectly straight. With that cock, he could be a porn star. I couldn’t help but gulp with worried eyes.

“Don’t be scared, it doesn’t bite,” he said while stroking his already hard cock. “Quick. Take off your clothes,” he demanded.

“You are the one with the jinx, not me,” I barked, offended. “If you need to fuck me, show it.” He rolled his eyes and got close to me.

“You are such an annoying brat.”

He unzipped my hoodie, took off my shirt, slid down my shorts and ripped my underwear off me. Sukuna didn’t want to waste any time on a meaningless task. Once my whole body was exposed to him, he manhandled me to make me bend over the couch. He gripped my thighs hard to shove his monstrosity in one back shot. I gasped for air. It was too big. I opened my ass so it could fit better in me.

“Take your hands off there,” he spat as his hands grabbed both of my hands to put them behind my back. “I’ll have to teach you some fucking manners.”

That first thrust almost killed me. It was powerful and desperate. From the very beginning, he wanted to go all fucking in. I moaned every time he shoved his dick in my poor pussy, which wasn’t ready for a massacre. I opened my legs wider to give him better access. The slight pain was fading away with each thrust as my body was getting used to his stiff stick.

“You are going to fucking kill me… ‘kuna…” I moaned in despair as my breasts and ass cheeks bounced in perfect synchrony.

I was used to getting beat, punched and kicked, but this felt completely different. He was beating me to an addictive rhythm I could barely resist. The worst thing about it was that I didn’t want him to stop. His cock was hitting every inch of my intimacy so good that I just needed more. I felt full, but I could eat some dessert.

“Fuck, you are taking me better than that hoe I hired,” he groaned as his hips were hitting my ass in deep strokes.

“So, I wasn’t the first option…” I thought. I was a bit disappointed. I shouldn’t be. Sukuna was horrible enough to not want to fight another woman over him, but my competitive soul wasn’t happy with it. I knew I wasn’t a sexy bombshell, but I was pretty enough to be the first option. Shit, I was really offended.

“Turn around,” Sukuna ordered as he pulled out of me to put me in another position.

When I turned, he freed me from his grip. This was my opportunity. I pushed him to make him sit down on the wood coffee table. He was clearly in shock. If he wanted to avoid his jinx, it would be under my conditions. One of those conditions was making him understand I am the top dog and not a simple bitch he could hire on a Tuesday. I grabbed him by his chin and pulled his face towards me.

“Open wide,” I demanded.

“Why would I do that?” Sukuna argued with a smirk. I pulled his hair hard to make his chin face me.

“I said ‘Open wide’,” I repeated myself, forcing him to open his mouth.

I was starting to get tired of his whining and his bullshit. He needed to learn some fucking manners. If this was the way I had to do it, fine. I’ll do it in my own way. Sukuna tried to close his mouth, but he was going to behave, like it or not. I spit directly on his tongue and closed his jaw.

“That wasn’t that hard, wasn’t it?” I asked him with a smirk. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to be offended by it, but he low-key liked it.

My hands pushed him so he could lay down against the coffee table. He tried to fight me to regain control, but I grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him further back so he could stay still.

“Just fucking relax for once. I’ll do the dirty work from now on,” I whispered against his ear. My tongue flickered around his earlobe, just for the funsies. Sukuna retaliated and tried to fight me over, but when he saw that he was already under my claws, he stopped.

My hips humped against his crotch, and his cock twitched against my pussy in excitement. I slid his dick on me slowly and pushed it deep. He wasn’t just handsome and had a fantastic physique, his dick was perfect as well. It was big and thick, but it wasn’t scandalous enough to be scared of it. He was the perfect man, too bad he had a shitty personality. No one was really perfect.

My hips ride his cock without mercy. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time. His moans and grunts were a clear sign that I was doing a good job. I could feel he wanted to free himself to latch onto my body, but I was in charge tonight. I moved in slow circles, and he jerked his head back in satisfaction. He closed his eyes and his toes curled as I rode him like a real cowgirl. My breasts bounced, following the rhythm of my movements. Wet and squishy sounds with our moans filled the air, creating a perfect symphony of lust.

His dick was pushing and rubbing every part of my insides. It was raw and rough. I was desperately getting myself dumb fuck with the new toy I just borrowed. I never felt more tired and alive at the same time. I haven't felt this way in a pretty long time. I had to make the most of it. The coffee table was creaking with every hard bounce.

“F-Fuck… I am so close,” he moaned under his breath.

“Do you want to cum in me, baby?” I asked him in an innocent tone. He nodded in response. I smirked and made a full stop.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled at me with a slight blush on his cheeks.

“You need to ask for it nicely,” I asked. Sukuna frowned. “Say ‘Please, mommy. I want to cum.’” I got close to his face as if I was about to kiss him. “Just once, and I’ll let you cum all over this warm and slutty pussy,” I offered. Sukuna looked away. He was actually thinking of it. It was either saying the magic phrase or jinxing his own fight. I only saw an easy answer.

“Please, mommy… I want to cum…” He whispered while blushing intensely.

“I can’t hear you,” I said with a mischievous smile. Sukuna scoffed and bit his lower lip. He didn’t want to repeat himself.

“Please, mommy. I want to cum so bad,” he repeated, avoiding eye contact.

“Good boy,” I said before releasing his wrists. “Go crazy.”

He clasped his hands on my ass and made me ride him like I was just doing previously. He shook my hips up and down to ride him in a wilder rhythm, trying to compensate for the time we lost. The wood table was creaking and squeaking in pain. It didn’t take long for it to collapse, but that didn’t stop Sukuna. His hands continue bouncing my ass to his cock as he thrust against me.

“Just like that ‘Kuna…” I begged as I arched my back towards him. My nipples were rubbing against his pecs with each rough move. My legs were barely resisting. My eyes were tearing up from the power his cock held over me. He spanked me a couple of times as a celebration that he gained control over me. He pulled my hair to the side as he grunted to the rhythm of his hips.

“Sukuna!” I moaned as I drooled over his shoulder. The pressure and stiffness left so good inside of me. My tight pussy hugged his big cock every time he pushed it in. After a couple of wet strokes in, I felt it inside. His thick and warm milk inside of me. It was what I needed to reach the climax. His cum felt like that cup of noodles after training.

“Shit…” we both moaned as we relaxed our bodies.

I pulled slowly out of me and laid next to Sukuna on the broken coffee table. Our breathing and gasps filled the silence that always came with every climax. I came back to my senses after what happened. “I just fucked my trainee,” I thought as I closed my eyes, embarrassed. What have I done? I needed to go now. No one could find out.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked in a shy tone as I picked my clothes up from the floor. Sukuna pointed in the direction as he kept lying down on the table.

I ran to the bathroom and washed my face to fully wake up. I looked straight at my face in the mirror. The face of a slut. I gripped the zinc and sighed out loud. It was already done. I fucked him. It was a one time only thing. There was nothing I could do now.

“Just live with it,” I said before putting my clothes back on.

I exited the bathroom and looked for Sukuna to wish him a goodnight. I found him sleeping on the couch in just his bathrobe. “This dumbass will catch a cold,” I thought as I looked for something to cover him up.

I went to the fancy master bedroom to just grab a decorative blanket. I was just going to grab the blanket and go off, but something caught my eye. There was a Polaroid photo on top of his night stand. It was a cute picture of a little trio. Sukuna, Choso and Yuuji as kids at what appears to be a kickboxing tournament. They were wearing their cute sporty outfits and smiling as they showed their participation medals with pride. I knew he looked adorable.

Taking important photos everywhere is a habit only sensitive people have, like artists or musicians. I didn’t think Sukuna was the type of guy who kept memories like that.

Why did Sukuna carry something like this? I thought he hated his brothers. What made him act so cold towards them? I didn’t know, and I couldn't get answers. I didn’t care about the old Sukuna, I just needed the present Sukuna to behave. I placed back the picture where I found it and went back to the living room.

I placed the blanket on top of his massive body and moved around the cushions to make sure he would sleep well. His eyes shut, his chest going up and down from breathing and his fluffy messy hair was a delight to see. It was the first time I have seen him so relaxed. I wish I could see him more like this so he didn’t have to overwork himself.

“Why do you have to be an ass to everyone who cares about you?” I thought out loud.

The next day, under a starlit sky, the UFC Championship Night unfolded with electrifying intensity. The arena, alive with the roars of fans from across the globe who were watching live, set the stage for a night of unmatched athleticism and spirit. Fighters, embodying determination and skill, clashed in the octagon, their every move watched by an enraptured audience.

Between bouts, the energy never waned, as performances dazzled and discussions flourished among the diverse crowd. The main event, a pinnacle of strategy and strength, held spectators in a spell, culminating in a moment of pure triumph and emotion. As the night waned, the echoes of the event lingered, leaving behind memories of a spectacular evening where sport and spectacle had intertwined beautifully in Dubai.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the event that everyone was waiting for! Give it up for Sukuna “The King of the Ring” Ryomen!” The host welcomed him and his team to the big stage.

The Search by NF started playing as his anthem. His fans went crazy as he made his great appearance. He flexed his boxing skills with a couple of ghost jabs to warm up to the adrenaline rush of what being on the octagon meant. He looked focused and ready. I knew he was ready. I was confident he could beat Toji.

After last night, he ignored me the whole day. In the morning run, he avoided me. In the warm-up session, he didn’t even look at me. I didn’t know what I did wrong to deserve his cold treatment, but he followed the schedule I made, so I didn’t have any grounds to be mad at him. My legs could be weak, but my pride was strong.

After the medical and cheating check up by the referee, he got up on stage. Gojo, Nanami, Yuuji and I put ourselves by his designated corner, ready with our supplies for each round.

Toji and his staff made their own great entrance, and he got up to the octagon as well. The referee made them get close to recite the rules so they could bump gloves. After that, the real show was about to start.

“This is a no-blinking fight, everyone!” The commentator announced, and the public went crazy as the two strong fighters were about to clash. My palms started to get sweaty, and my eyes were focused only on him.

“Fight!” The referee announced, and they threw themselves at each other.

Punches, jabs and strikes cut the air in the tight space. Toji was the one who was building up his way to Sukuna’s space. He was conquering the fight little by little. Toji knew how strong Sukuna could be, he needed to take his time before he could kill him. After some minutes of teasing and a minute left on the timer, he went full beast mode on him. Sukuna wasn’t doing any offensive, he was just surviving being in the same cage as him. Gojo and Yuuji kept screaming incoherent instructions to him, but the public was so loud that Sukuna probably couldn’t hear him. Ten seconds on the clock and Toji connected a perfect jab to his ribs, taking air out of him.

The bell rang, and the referee separated them. Gojo, Yuuji and I quickly got inside the octagon to assist Sukuna for his next round.

“I thought you were in the winner’s team,” Toji yelled at me. I ignored him to get to Sukuna.

“You see what you have done? Are you trying to embarrass me?!” I yelled at Sukuna while Yuuji was showering him with water and put an ice pack on his ribs. My fighter looked at me with a frown. At least he wasn’t ignoring me now. “Now you are listening. You have to get closer. He has longer arms than you, he will rail you in boxing. Go for his legs, man!” I ordered, and he nodded, knowing I was right. “Make me proud, Sukuna.”

The next round started and Toji noticed the change in Sukuna’s attitude. He was wilder and straightforward than before, so he acted accordingly. They had three other rounds, but this was looking like the last one. Toji tried to connect a kick to Sukuna’s ribs, but his opponent took that opportunity to drop him to the ground. The audience stood up to get a better look at what was going on.

“Get it, Sukuna! Just like we practice!” I yelled at him with the highest pitch I could, so my voice would stand out.

Sukuna crawled and fought to get to Toji’s neck. “Is he going to do it?” I was shocked. He quickly got onto him to lock his opponent down against the mat with his legs around his neck and torso. Toji tried getting up, just like with Geto in his fight against Sukuna, but he wasn’t going to let him go so easily. Toji growled under his breath. He punched his sides, but Sukuna couldn’t give up. He latched his left leg on his right arm, causing Toji to turn around slowly.

“Oh my god…” I mumbled without losing eye contact with his physique.

“Is he…?” Gojo thought the same.

Sukuna made Toji turn on his belly. The black haired reached for his pink head, so he could only choke hold him in between his biceps. The euphoric screams from the audience kept getting louder as the fight got closer to the end. I saw Toji start to breathe with difficulty while his hands tried to loosen up Sukuna’s powerful grasp. He wasn’t going to let what happened in Las Vegas happen again.

After seconds of contemplating his options to win this, Toji noticed he had zero. It was over. He got him, so he tapped his arms three times to release him himself in defeat. The referee allowed it and Sukuna loosened up. The buzzer went off to indicate the fight was over, and the audience went wild.

“Did you see that?! I taught him how to do that!” I screamed in excitement to Yuuji who was as excited as I was to see his brother keeping his title.

Sukuna jumped over the fence to better hear the excitement of the public. The whole staff, the cameramen, and round girls entered the octagon to celebrate. The fighters got to the middle and the host announced Sukuna as the clear winner by technical knockout. Sukuna shook hands with Nanami, Gojo and Nanami in celebration.

“I knew you could do it,” I said, bear hugging him to piss him off.

To my surprise, he hugged me back. He was sweaty and clammy. His heart was rushing from adrenaline. His arms were trembling from exhaustion. I patted his back to show him my support. A smile appeared on my face when I realized that, for the first time, he was being sweet.

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I think Peril and Winter not getting a chance to interact more on friendly terms is one of the many crimes that arc 2, even if, in all fairness, I feel that Peril's POV book/involvement would've been more suitable to some other point in the series.

Because they ARE foils to each other, in a way. They both play on a theme that crops up in a lot of characters of WOF, which is the way that types of trauma and abuse can shape a person and their worldview.

Peril is CONSTANTLY drawn back in by Scarlet through the repeated message of "I am the only person capable of loving you." She spends her entire childhood being gaslit (and I mean genuinely gaslit, not the meaningless twisting of the word that the internet has given it. The actual abuse tactic gaslit.) and manipulated by the only maternal role in her life to be so dependent on her. She's hailed as Scarlet's Champion and a monster alike. She's feared in a way not unlike how Scarlet is feared, but Peril didn't choose that. Her image and role in her society is specifically selected to further isolate her. It isolates her so severely that she is made to feel that she has no hope of integrating into society even IF and WHEN Scarlet disappears from the Skywing kingdom. She's instructed to burn up helpless eggs before she can SPEAK to plant these seeds into her as early as Scarlet can, both in Peril AND in the society which engages with her. Scarlet carves herself into Peril so that Peril is convinced that she can't live without her, and she DELIGHTS in having this kind of specific, all encompassing control over her. She WANTS Peril to stay, not out of any real love for her, but because she loves that she could do this to somebody at all. Peril is just like any other piece of her lavish, extravagant hoard; loved like something intended to be owned, to be possessed.

Winter, meanwhile, is made JUST as dependent on his family, but by opposite means. Winter being nothing to his family, being a constant disappointment to the people he loves, is something that is reinforced time and time again from a young age. He's a failure the moment he fails his first hunt. And thus, he becomes easy to scapegoat. Hailstorm isn't the perfect image of an Icewing in many respects from what we know of him before his capture; he's shown to be goofy, and his plan is what actively gets him and Winter in trouble, but he's still hailed as perfect. Not to say that Hailstorm's treatment was less damaging, we don't know what his relationship to their parents was like beyond reputation, but it showcases that these traits aren't seen as default flaws by Narwhal and Tundra. It's just that you have to be able to justify any deviation from the norm. Everything that deviates from the perfect, ethereal Icewing in Winter though, is something to be picked at, something to be shunned. Slow and obsessive and now the reason his perfect brother's gone. And failing his family doesn't just reflect on Winter, but it in turn reflects on his family, who he loves, within their society. He's made dependent on his family with the intangible promise that if he was just a little better, just a little tougher, just a little more like what they want of him, he could have that love returned to him, he could justify being the one who was left behind in their eyes.

I just think they're the products of very opposite but ultimately overlapping circumstances. Abuse as direct action versus abuse as neglect. Both dependent but in opposing ways; both convinced they can't live without their abuser, but one is convinced into believing she is literally, physically dependent on her abuser while the other is convinced that he is OBLIGATED to prove himself to his abusers, that to live is to justify himself in their eyes. "Champion" as a leash to keep her on and a warm light on the tundra skyline that's never possible to actually reach.

#wings of fire #wof #meta #peril #winter #peril wof #wof peril #wof winter #winter wof #arc 2 #analysis

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The Future is Ours - part 1 (ona batlle x reader)

Today might be the best day of your life.

Manchester United have just won the league. You’ve been the underdogs all season, all the debates in the media have been about which Manchester club would finish third, but the team defied all expectations, nicked points off Chelsea, City and Arsenal, and not only qualified for the Champions League for the first time, but beat Chelsea to the title on the last day of the season on goal difference.

It doesn’t yet feel real.

The whole team has been partying since the final whistle, starting with champagne on the pitch, then beers in the dressing room, and now the club has hired an exclusive bar set in the penthouse of one of Manchester’s fanciest skyscrapers.

You feel giddy and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the euphoria of winning.

There’s something missing - or rather someone. Ona told you she was just going to get a bit of air but you haven’t seen her in almost thirty minutes and you’re starting to worry, which is why you excuse yourself from the celebrations and go to look for her.

You eventually find Ona up on the roof, leaning on the railing as she looks out over the twinkling Manchester skyline.

“Hey,” you say, going to stand next to her and leaning on the railing too, covering one of her hands in yours.

Ona lets you tangle your fingers together but she’s weirdly quiet, staring out at the city with sadness in her eyes, and when you realise why she’s comes up here alone, your euphoria all disappears.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

Ona nods once in reply and you can see from the frown on her face that she’s struggling with the effort of not crying.

It’s no secret that Ona’s future has been uncertain for the last few months. She’s been tight-lipped with the press, with her teammates, with everybody except for you, but even you haven’t known exactly which way her decision would swing until now. You’ve talked about the pros and cons, the hypotheticals of turning your relationship long distance, the possibility that you might want to leave United someday too. The selfish part of you had hoped that winning the league would help, that a trophy and the promise of Champions League football next season might be enough to convince her. But you’ve also known that it’s always been her plan to return to Barcelona at some point. If she turns down the offer now, it might never come again.

You wrap an arm around her shoulder and pull her body against yours, pressing your lips to her forehead as you hear her sniffle.

“This has been the hardest decision I’ve ever made,” Ona says. “Even harder than when I left Spain to come to Manchester. This city is special. This team is special. I came to United to develop as a footballer but this place has really changed me.”

You smile to yourself when you remember the shy Spanish girl who first joined the team three years ago. She was quiet, a hard-worker on the pitch but hardly spoke any English and mostly kept herself to herself. You knew her for a full year before she started to open up and you got to know the real her, and then it was almost inevitable that you would fall head over heels in love with her. The fact that she loves you too is the greatest honour in the world.

You struggle to see what the future of Manchester United looks like without Ona. Sure, they’ll sign somebody new to replace her on the pitch, but there are very few people who embody what it means to be Manchester United as much as her. It’ll be a big gap that she leaves behind.

Still snuggled into your side, staring out at the city of Manchester, you feel Ona’s body shake slightly, but you quickly realise that she’s laughing not crying.

“What?” you ask.

“I had the really stupid idea that I was gonna propose to you tonight,” Ona says.

Your heart almost stops in your chest as you hear her words. You’ve talked about the future, especially since Ona has been weighing up her career goals, and while it’s been clear that you both see your relationship as endgame, you’ve both shied away slightly from discussing exactly what that would look like. It’s a bit of a surprise, though definitely not an unwelcome one, to hear Ona bring up the serious subject of marriage.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to,” Ona continues, maybe sensing your surprise. “Millie talked me out of it. Said I should probably try the long distance thing before I ask you to marry me.”

“That’s probably wise,” you agree, though you don’t want to imagine the possibility that it might not work out.

Ona pulls out of your embrace and says, “So instead of buying a ring I did something else stupid instead.”

Ona lifts up her shirt and turns to the side to show you her ribcage, where you can see the shadow of a small tattoo on her ribcage just below the band of her bra that wasn’t there before.

“When did you get that?” you ask Ona, wondering why you haven’t seen it before.

“A couple of days ago.”

“You got a rib tattoo two days before the game that could make or break our league?” you ask, racking your brains to figure out how she managed to keep this a secret when she not only lives with you, but also changes in and out of different sports kits multiple times a day in front of you.

“It’s been a bit sore, but not too bad,” Ona shrugs.

“Move into the light so I can see it,” you say, steering Ona with your hands on her hips until she’s standing under the green glow of a fire escape sign.

You bend to examine the tattoo. It’s a little abstract in design but you can see exactly what it is. A pronged trident with a handle that curves and swirls until it reaches an arrowhead like the point of a devil’s tail. There are some letters that you realise are Roman numerals - ‘II’ and ‘XVIII’ - and some numbers below that look like coordinates.

“Your shirt number and mine,” you say, looking up at Ona in awe. “What are the coordinates?”

“The training pitch at Carrington where I first met you,” Ona explains. “It’s not a ring, but it’s a promise that whatever team I play for, whatever country I live in, I’m yours.”

“It’s a bit more permanent than a ring,” you point out with a laugh.

“I love you,” Ona confesses with a shrug, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “I want you to know that’s not going to change, even when I move to Barcelona.”

When she moves to Barcelona. Until now, it’s always been an ‘if’.

“When does the deal get finalised?” you ask.

“I fly out on Wednesday to sign the paperwork.“

“That’s really soon.”

“They won’t announce it to the media for a couple of weeks,” Ona says, pulling her top back down to cover the tattoo. “I’ll tell the team on Tuesday, let them have a couple of days to celebrate winning the league before I tell them. And we have the whole summer together before I move.”

And that’s when it really hits you. Ona is leaving. You have the summer together, but you’ll be away for the World Cup for half of that anyway, and before you know it you’ll both be back in pre-season training, for different clubs this time.

“You’re quiet,” Ona says, reaching for your hand. “Are you upset?”

“Of course I’m upset,” you admit. “I’m gutted. But I’ve also never been prouder. You’re gonna smash it in Barcelona. They’re very lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have you,” Ona says, swinging your joined hands between you and stepping closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“You’ve see the bar high though,” you say, grinning as you pull back from the kiss.

“What do you mean?” Ona frowns at you.

“Well if you’ve permanently inked your skin for this occasion, you’re gonna have to pull out something huge when you actually propose.”

“I’ll come up with something,” Ona promises you with a grin.

It’s the best day of your life and the worst all in one, but despite the difficult times to come in the future, there’s nobody you’d rather navigate that with than Ona.

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continued in part 2

#woso x reader #woso imagine #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #established relationship

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nadhif225 · 11 days

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Need For Speed: Underground 2 - Sygna Suit Cynthia ( Renegade ) Nissan Skyline GT-R (R34)

#need for speed #NFS Underground 2 #nissan skyline r34 #nissan skyline gtr #pokemon cynthia #champion cynthia #shirona #jdm #Underground 2

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anartisticalniche · 3 months

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Feeling kinda sick right now, so imma just post some older doodles and studies i had for A Corsair Freebooter

Heres Inkopolis how it appears in the Pirate au.

Wanted to mix in the modern city skyline (but making it more Victorian like) to an Atlantis look for the underwater part.

The city is protected by an invisible dome, so it cant be seen from ships and whatnot from the outside.

Also on the surface thr popolation consists of Inklings and Octolings, who CANT go in water like in the canon Splatoon games, while the underwater part is populated by over sea creatures (like Boopkins or Axol).

Also, ther IS still a Splatfest, and whoever is the champion gets to be the ruler of the city for a certain amount of years.

And heres a study for SMG4. I was going to give him a notebook to log in anything that happened on his adventures (it was used for his drama plays back in the Mushroom Kingdom), and thats another thing that will help him get closer to Three as well😌

#ignore the fucked up anatomy btw i hate looking at it too ahah #smg4 #smg4 pirate au #a corsair freebooter #my art

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leclerced · 5 months

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16 with Charles of course 🥰

ugh one of my all time favorite songs ive watched the music video ten thousand times tbh

i had a lil flashback so i italicized it for clarity !

mine - taylor swift

Moments like these with Charles were her favorite, when the season ended and he was worry free for a few weeks on break. They were currently laid up on his couch with a Christmas movie playing. She could hear his heartbeat in his chest where her head was resting as she relaxed between his legs. Her fingers twisted around Charles rings as she asked, "Can you believe it?" He hums underneath her questioningly, his other hand running through her hair. "That we're here now. Do you remember we were sitting there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time." She grins at the thought.

Charles hummed again, "Yeah, I do. I was so scared. You remember the city lights on the water?" She could remember them in his eyes when she looked at him, the way they were lit up and shining so bright. "You saw me start to believe for the first time."

It was one of their favorite memories, right after his debut. She'd gone with him to Australia for the first race of the 2018 season for support, and they'd gone out celebrating and ended up sitting along the Yarra river. They had been walking for an hour when they found the bench and it felt so natural to her that every time he told her how scared he was to do it, it made her laugh.

He'd been worried she didn't like him back apparently, but she'd been staring at him all night and he wasn't feeling great after coming in 18th so she pulled him out of the club to go on a walk. He tried keeping them near the club and hotel, but she was distracting. She kept walking ahead of him and he stared at her long legs and ass shamelessly until she realized she'd walked ahead and suddenly stopped. His eyes would jerk to meet hers as she turned and gave him an expectant look, and he'd rush to catch up.

After an hour, she'd finally slowed down to keep up with him and told him how proud she was of him, that she knew his dad was proud too. That she knows he's going to be a champion one day. He couldn't look at her then because he wanted to tell her loved her but he kept his eyes locked on the water and skyline until she suddenly stopped again. He kept walking for a moment before he noticed she wasn't by his side and turned to see her sitting on the bench. He hadn't even noticed it when they passed. Before he could overthink, he sat right next to her and pulled her into his side. "Hearing you say that means more than you'll ever mean, you are the best thing in my life." He couldn't look at her as he said it, the bit of alcohol in his system giving him the courage he needed to get the words out.

She just pressed herself closer and sighed, "Me too, Cha."

She was suddenly pulled out of the memory when he curled his fingers around her wrist and brought it up to his lips, "You are the best thing that's ever been mine."

A fond smile grew on her lips and she tilted her head to press a kiss over his heart, "Me too, Cha."

#ask #katiealyssa96 #cl16 blurb #charles leclerc smut #cl16 #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc imagine

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A Night In Tokyo With Mick Schumacher and A Mercedes 190E Evo II

Driving around Tokyo is daunting. With no centre or suburbs, its road network is huge, spiralling, occasionally latticed and sometimes subterranean. At times, even Mr Roboto in the satnav gives up and shrugs directions your way. Which has happened. Meaning I'm lost while leading Mick Schumacher (behind the wheel of a stunning Mercedes 190E 2.5-16 Evolution II) through Japan's neon-lined labyrinth. It's a hot, humid evening and Mercedes F1's reserve driver (and son of iconic seven-time Formula One world champion Michael Schumacher) is cutting the perfect shape of a 90s boyband member. Where I'm perspiring like a burst pipe, he palms back his blonde curls and looks effortlessly cool in his loose-fitting, oversized Tommy Hilfiger contractual clobber. Sartorially, it couldn't be more of a perfect fit for the car he's driving. Born out of German touring cars, the Evo II is a deeply lustworthy, boxy and bewinged sports saloon. With a revvy, induction-tastic 232bhp four-cylinder engine mated to a dog leg close-ratio five-speed manual, rear-wheel drive and aero appendages that get petrolheads salivating, it's a proper tip one's hat 'if you know, you know' car. Mercedes only built 502 of them (as per DTM's homologation rules) out of some 1.9 million W201 models that it's based on, so they're properly rare beasts. The fact we've got a quadruplet of Evos following Mick makes the situation we're in a bit more mind-blowing. But that's the plan. We wanted to give Mick an evening to remember, to take him away from the repetition and rigmarole of modern media junkets. We don't want to know where he keeps his ketchup, or when the last time he thought of the Roman Empire was. We want to indulge his love for cars.

"I went looking for an Evo II to buy but decided against it… for now," Mick says in his soft, geographically hard to place international accent. "It's a beautiful car and has huge sentimental value to me, the main reason being that my dad had one as a company car when he was a Mercedes junior. He spent a lot of time doing lots of laps on the Nordschleife with Heinz-Harald Frentzen. I remember within a month they had to change the brake pads and things with the engine. So it's an emotionally important car to me." Growing up in Gland, Switzerland, Mick struggles to pinpoint exactly when he got bitten by the road car bug. "Honestly, I don't really know where I got into them. Driving them around the property as a child was a big factor. The first time I had a steering wheel in my hand from a road car was maybe four or five years old, on my dad's lap. I got to drive very nice cars, very soon and very early. I guess it just grew naturally. Especially when I turned 18; then it really turned into an obsession." Raised on a healthy diet of racing, the Fast and Furious franchise and gaming, Mick picked up a penchant for JDM cars by proxy. "I just love how raw and simple they are," he says. "I enjoy playing around with them, changing stuff, tuning them and making them more fun to drive." Knowing this, we head out of Tokyo towards Chiba to meet Japan's most inconspicuous bad boy: Kazuhiko 'Smokey' Nagata. Tobacco and turbo enthusiast Smokey is one of Japan's legendary tuners. He and his company Top Secret have modified every generation of Nissan GT-R, including an R33 Skyline GT-R that managed 0–186mph in 17 seconds at Yatabe test track and 204mph in Tokyo's famous Aqualine tunnel. Like Smokey, Mick is also a GT-R fanboy, with some tucked away in a shed at home, including his R34 drift car.

"I've really got into drifting. As an F1 driver, drifting, or oversteer, is the opposite of what you want to do, but if you control it and have the feel for it, it can really help you. So I took the step of saying 'I want to try it' after the 2019 Race of Champions skill race. I was quite good, finishing second against rally drivers and everything, so I thought, 'Okay, maybe I should try this a bit more,' so I got my own car and started enjoying sideways. I love the sensation of connecting turns and being in a difficult situation, because obviously the car is upset, to then be able to control it. I think that's what's so intriguing. It's a good feeling." Mick's curiosity and JDM love resonates as he wanders around Smokey's GT-R littered shop. Not being able to speak Japanese, Mick uses international hand signals for car nuts to explain various car parts, gets out his phone to show Smokey his cars before stumbling upon Smokey's VR32 GT-R (an R32 with all the mechanics and interior of the R35 transplanted) and trying to find a way to import it into Switzerland. But we've got no time for this, as we've got the legendary Bayshore Route to hit and a car meet to get to. For someone so young, 24-year-old Mick is at a rather quiescent point in his career. Having had a triumphant run in his youth coming second in karting in the World, European and German Junior Championships, then switching to Formula 4 in 2015 and finishing second overall in both the German and Italian F4 championships, before becoming European Formula 3 Champion in 2018 and FIA Formula 2 Champion in 2020, Mick made it to the big leagues and bagged himself a seat in F1 with Haas. It wasn't easy. In 2022 Mick lost his seat after a difficult second season that saw him struggle to match teammate Kevin Magnussen for form. He recorded a best finish of sixth in Austria, one of two points finishes during the season, but it was not enough to save his seat. For 2023, Mick dropped his Ferrari junior ties and linked up with Mercedes (the last team his father raced for in F1), picking up the role of reserve driver.

"Being a reserve driver gives you tremendous insight, especially at Mercedes," Mick says. "I miss driving, I'm not going to lie, but the main thing I've learned since moving from Haas to Mercedes is how the team operates, the tools they have, how they use them and the communication. They're big learning points. It has opened my eyes in a lot of ways and has made it clear why Mercedes is as successful as it is. The worst part is sitting in the garage and seeing everybody drive out and do what you love to do." Part of Mick's remit is to join Mercedes trackside at all F1 race. That's how we're able to blat around Tokyo for a night before he heads to Suzuka to support the team. But time in Merc's state-of-the-art sim back in Brackley is also key. Mick was praised by Mercedes' technical director James Allison for a 2 am shift he did during the British GP weekend, turning the car's "woeful" one-lap pace on Friday into a competitive car and set-up for Lewis Hamilton and George Russell to compete with during quali and the race on Sunday. With every mile behind the Evo II's wheel, Mick's smile grows to match the width of its monstrous rear wing, especially when he realizes it shoots flame on the overrun after a 7,600 rpm toll booth roll out. We cross over to Yokohama and swirl down a concrete pillared plughole, arriving in an unsuspecting parking lot that doubles up as the epicentre of cool Japanese car culture in Japan: Daikoku PA. Mick, having never been to a car meet before, has his eyes widened. Even though it's a school night, the place is pumping. Mick walks around curiously, showing his girlfriend, Danish model Laila Hasanovic, Veilside-kitted Mazda RX-7s, how riveted wide arch Liberty Walk bodywork hangs from an R35 GT-R for the ultimate kerbside stance, and the extended provenance from the flood of awesome, rare Mercedes (including the original 190E Evo I, an AMG-clad W124 and a custom Cosworth 2.5 boasting Penta wheels and Brabus brakes) that are all parked honourably in their uniform herringbone bays. As Mick gets under the bonnets and kindly signs carbon airboxes for marginally hysterical owners, I wonder if he's handy with the spanners.

"I wish I was," he says, "but I don't have the time. I'm starting to bring more of my cars over to my place so that I eventually will be able to work on them myself and change things that I want to change. Currently, I am very good at taking things apart… maybe less gifted at putting them back together." But since the meteoric rise of social media and documentaries like Netflix's Drive to Survive, racing drivers' personalities have been mainlined into public consciousness. Nowadays, it appears drivers' human interests need to be put on display like the plastic dishes outside Daikoku's service station restaurant windows. Yet here, tonight, Mick seems completely at home and relaxed. "It's risky because I feel like I'm a very private person. I like my privacy. Sometimes when you get people wanting to know more, they get a bit too snoopy. I feel it should be my choice how much I share, and what I share, not people trying to figure that out for me." In this job you get to sniff out the car nuts from the blaggers, and Mick's passion is palpable. It's refreshing to see, and a welcome break from the headlines and hearsay currently surrounding him given he's caught in a gloopy limbo where F1 politics, money and raw talent are all currently fighting each other to work out where he'll race next.

As I type, Mick's currently linked with an LMDh drive with Alpine in next year's World Endurance Championship, a move Mercedes F1's big boss Toto Wolff is fine with, as Mick is "part of the family" and "will always have a home." Mick's tone becomes more forlorn when talking about the future, obviously having had a tough few years and aching to get back into an F1 car. I wonder if it takes its toll, and how he pushes through in times of uncertainty. "Having the right people around you," he says. "You need to try and be mentally in the right space and try and get the best out of the situation so that you can, whenever it's necessary, be in the position that you can jump in and be ready to go." After an evening with Mick, you can't help but wish him the best of luck. If all else fails, he could always lean into drifting and see where that takes him. Sideways Schuey. Has a good ring to it, doesn't it?

#mick schumacher #f1 #formula 1 #japanese gp 2023 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #japan #japan 2023 #japan 2023 thursday #not a race #2023 not a race #between singapore and japan 2023 #tw food #cw food #tw smoking #with michael #childhood photos

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Heyy, so I saw your post abt wanting to write some imagines for drivers and I was wondering if you could write one with felipe drugovich? Idea: congratulating, kissing and hugging him after a race and rubbing his back before he goes to sleep

[this was mainly written before my exams, finished after them and while i had fever so it’s highly possible it’s a total mess, have pity please]

pairing: felipe drugovich x reader

wordcount: 650

if anybody asked you what was the best sight in the world before today you would have answered naming a museum or some skyline, but after seeing felipe with the brazilian flag wrapped around his shoulder, walking on the podium with the three best qualified drivers after being declared formula 2 world champion, you needed to change your answer.

he watched the whole race from the pit wall, as he got out of it in the very first lap because of a broken suspension, but his main rival for the championship didn’t score enough points to stop him from putting his hands on the most important trophy with three races to go.

you were so incredibly proud of him, and you couldn’t wait to tell him since you still hadn’t seen him. his team members and journalists surrounded him and blocked you out right after the checked flag, so you found yourself waiting for him under the podium, cheering like there were no tomorrow.

he was smiling with his fellow colleagues and friends behind the barrier, and his grin grew even bigger when he spotted you in the crowd. the typical celebration song was resonating in your ears and you noticed him pointing at you. everything felt like a movie: from the outcome of the day to the way he made the last step to win the title, all of this was incredible, and you couldn’t ask for more honestly.

after a while everybody started leaving, from the spectators in the stands to the drivers on the elevated station, so you run towards the back part of the paddock where you would be able to finally meet your boyfriend.

when you arrived, you saw a bunch of people walking in your direction, who, after a better look, you identified as felipe and fans and photographers following him.

he turned to take a picture with a boy and by chance caught sight of you, so he waved. you heard him saying some apologies and trying to runaway, to throw himself in your arms, being careful to not hit you with the trophy.

“hey champion!” you joyfully greet him. he kissed you passionately sharing all of his happiness with you. “how does it feels to win from the pit wall?”

“i would have preferred to fight for it a little more, but i’m not gonna complain. “

he was still holding you as photographers moved their attention from the driver to the both of you, snapping some pictures.

you were in your bedroom, felipe just showered and you were now laying together between the cozy blankets. you were spread in the middle of the mattress while the boy softly rested between your legs with his head on your shoulder, your hands running continuously and gently on his back, his resting on your waist.

“i'm so happy, you know?” he shared out of the blue.

“of winning the championship?

“of everything,” he moved his gaze up to your face. “of winning the championship, of you and my family being here with me, of all the support you give me. i’m happy for a lot of things.”

after what he said, some extremely intimate moments followed. just the two of you, looking in each other’s eyes with pure joy and contentment, caressing your bodies.

"glad to hear that. i'm happy to be by your side as well." you mimicked the sentence that left his mouth shortly before, meaning every word.

you tilted your face downwards to leave a trail of kisses, starting from his forehead, passing to his nose, ending on his lips. then you went back to his ear in order to whisper a small "goodnight champion, sleep tight." to which he responded with some incomprehensible mumbles.

even though this was certainly the best day of his life and didn't want to put an end to it, he really needed some due rest.

#felipe drugovich #f2 #felipe drugovich imagine #felipe drugovich x reader #f2 imagine #f2 x reader

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birindale · 3 months

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Bow wanders by a tea party and is opportunistically kidnapped, SweetBee steals Glimmer's gimmick, and She-Ra obliquely threatens to cut off Entrapta's head.

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[Image Description: 14 comic pages from the She-Ra mini-comic, “A Born Champion”.

Cover: SweetBee descends from the sky, her wings glowing and sparkling as She-Ra holds a welcoming hand out to her. At the top of the page, the Princess of Power (trademark symbol) logo sits on a flat purple sky. A fuzzy orange and magenta landscape in the foreground blends into a featureless mass behind the girls. Two lumps of hard material which are probably supposed to be cliffs or mountains or something but are colored like glaciers mark the skyline behind them. At the bottom of the page "A BORN CHAMPION" is stamped in dark blue and outlined in white. Below it, the copyright text reads, "Illustrations (copyright symbol) Mattel, Inc. 1985 Hawthorne, CA 90250 U.S.A. PRINTED IN TAIWAN. All Rights Reserved. (registered trademark symbol) and TM designate U.S. trademarks of Mattel, Inc."

Page 1: A desaturated, pale pink caption box reads, "It was daybreak and SweetBee buzzed about her hive. Passing by, Bow stopped to chat. "I'm scouting Etheria for signs of trouble," he said. "Will you be back by sunset?" SweetBee asked. Bow nodded and SweetBee watched him go. "If only I could be a hero brave as he!" she sighed." Thanks for the feminism as always, Tina. The illustration shows Bow, who's toy-accurate except for having both hands, making conversation with a flying SweetBee. There's no hive around, but they do appear to be at the foot of the Crystal Castle.

A yellow caption box reads, "PRODUCED EXCLUSIVELY FOR MATTEL BY: WRITER — TINA HARRIS, PENCILER — JIM MITCHELL, INKER — TODD KUROSAWA, COLORIST — CHARLES SIMPSON, EDITOR — JOAN DUMBAULD & LEE NORDLING". God, how did I forget about Joan. Why would you keep the name "Dumb-old".

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Page 2: Another desaturated pink caption box reads, "Meanwhile, inside her new tree-plex in the Valley of the Lost, Catra was busy entertaining. She and Entrapta sipped their tea while Clawdeen munched a crumpet. Suddenly, a twig snapped in the woods below." Entrapta lounges on a plush teal and amethyst bed, legs dangling over the edge, Catra lying prone beside her (and actually wearing her gloves for once! Good job, Skip!) They're both holding steaming cups of tea. The room appears to be a hollowed-out tree, a window showing several strangely shaped trees outside. Clawdeen, the pink lion, is watching Catra and Entrapta with a rather crudely-drawn crumpet in her mouth. She has a sparkling blue-and-yellow collar and some kind of garland draped over her mane for some reason.

"What was that?" asks Clawdeen as she and Catra look around suspiciously. Damn, she ate that crumpet fast.

"Look, it's Bow!" says Catra. She and Entrapta peer out the window, which is honestly just a tree hollow. Bow is indeed passing by beneath them, having made incredible time on circumnavigating Etheria, apparently. Look the Crystal Castle has been out for a full year now there's no reason they couldn't consult the map sticker. I'm just saying.

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Page 3: ""He can tell us the secret of She-Ra's power!" Catra cried. Entrapta called to Bow from the balcony. Bewitched by her golden glow, he stepped toward her. Letting loose her lovely hair, she trapped him in its tangles." So I guess there's a tree-balcony now. Entrapta wraps Bow in her hair, which is pink and purple, and can still move on its own. Her armor is gold, although it's not really colored to be as reflective as the plating on the toy is so it's—like that would hit better if you had the doll in front of you, I think. Catra just kind of stands there. Bow has his left hand behind his back, as though he'd gone to draw an arrow.

"Ha! Ha! Good work, Entrapta!" says Catra, smiling wickedly with Clawdeen. Hm. No mask in sight I notice.

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Page 4: A pale pink caption box reads, "The day passed quickly and SweetBee noticed it was getting dark. Bow was late and she began to worry." Sweetbee is tending to a small garden, trowel in hand, and looking over her shoulder with some concern. A climbing vine bearing some kind of fruit snakes its way up a climbing stick beside her. The sun is getting low in the sky, though it hasn't yet set.

"Bow could be in trouble. I must find him!" she says.

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Page 5: A pale purple caption box reads, "SweetBee took to the air at once. She searched Etheria for many miles. Reaching the dark edge of the Valley of the Lost, she pressed on. Catra's tree-plex appeared suddenly below her." We see SweetBee soaring over a sprawling landscape, a huge forest bordered by steep mountains. Everything has an orange tint, which may indicate that it's now officially sunset, as the sky is too filled with beautifully-colored clouds to be sure, or just that Skip Simpson was really feeling orange this issue. A tree riddled with hollows stands out bright yellow in a clearing amongst the trees, in what must have been a discarded toyset, right? They're plugging it more than the Crystal Castle. Perhaps it was intended to adapt Justine Dantzer's proposed 'Topaz Tree Home' idea? But alas, it was never made.

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Page 6: A pale pink caption box reads, "SweetBee landed softly on the rooftop. She peered in through the skylight. Bow was trapped inside! Carefully she moved away and magically turned her wings from bright yellow into a powerful pink light…" Well, there's not really a roof, as it's a tree. But she is up above them. Entrapta has tied Bow to a tree with her hair, and Catra has one hand resting on his shoulder and the other balled up on her hip, literally talking down to him. Clawdeen looks on with a smile. There's an abstract painting hanging on the wall.

"... sending out a signal for help!" Seriously? THIS gets to be a dialogue balloon? Whatever. SweetBee is posing with her wings flared, as they flash bright pink. For context, her toy had reversible wings—one side gold glitter, the other pink and glow-in-the-dark. It's not super original, since Flutterina has wings and Glimmer glows in the dark, but they're… there. They are there.

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Page 7: A pale pink caption box reads, "From Crystal Castle's mighty throne, Princess Adora spotted the beacon light. Quickly, she decoded SweetBee's urgent message." Adora and Spirit are standing on top of the Crystal Castle. The throne (which is also an elevator) is up there with them, though it's gold instead of blue. If you really squint, the Crystal Castle's facade kind of looks like a skull. If skulls had big glass doors instead of teeth. And turrets. With shingles. It does seem to be getting later at least—the sky is beginning to turn this lovely indigo, and the clouds are a rosy orange. A sprite is whizzing around the castle, and Adora points at it as Spirit stands behind the throne. A slightly inaccurate flag is flying from the parapets.

"Spirit, Bow's in terrible trouble!" says Adora. "We must leave at once!"

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Page 8: With a big dramatic burst of light, Adora and Spirit become Starburst She-Ra and Crystal Swift Wind, refracting all kinds of colors. The throne is still gold instead of blue, and it looks like they didn't realize the shield could be detached when drawing it.

"Fear not, SweetBee! Help is on the way!" says She-Ra, from Swift Wind's back. Skip did a great job coloring this one to make Swifty look like he was actually made of crystal and not just lit from below, everyone say thank you Skip.

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Page 9: Another pale pink caption box reads, "Swift Wind sailed through the night. They circled Catra's tree-plex and landed with a gentle thud. SweetBee moved to greet them. Bow heard his friends up on the roof. Shuffling about noisily, he whispered to himself, "No one must know help has finally arrived."" Well, it's super not nighttime. Now I know what you're thinking, wouldn't making it dark out desaturate the bright colors which draw the children's eye? And yeah if it were realistic, but you can just make a dark blue sky and call it a night (heheh) in these things. They do it all the time in this very franchise. Anyway. We see Swift Wind landing, She-Ra on his back. SweetBee looks up from where she's evidently been hiding on the 'roof' of the tree-plex.

"Quiet, you!" says Entrapta, gripping Bow's shoulder where he's still tied to the chair. In the foreground, Catra and Clawdeen are curled up and napping on the big comfy bed. It's pretty adorable.

"Disturb my friends' catnaps and they'll have both our heads!" says Entrapta.

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Page 10: A pale pink caption box reads, "Crashing through the skylight, She-ra took Entrapta by surprise. "And if you don't let go of Bow, I'll have yours—with all its lovely locks!" "No!" Entrapta cried. Clutching her braids, she fled into the night."

Catra and Clawdeen are waking up, Catra angry and Clawdeen… disoriented, as She-Ra leaps down through the hole in the ceiling. Entrapta clutches her hair defensively. Her outfit is much more appropriately reflective this time, though it still doesn't scream 'metallic'. It's pretty. Bow smiles at She-Ra in apparent relief.

"You think you've outsmarted me? Just try to find your way back to Crystal Castle!" says Catra, blasting us with some kind of pink sparkle.

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Page 11: A pale pink caption box reads, "Catra sprang to Clawdeen's back and hissed a dire warning. "The Valley of the Lost's secrets are mine. Without them, you will remain trapped here forever!" Then, in a flurry of furry pink, she and Clawdeen disappeared." Catra sits on Clawdeen's back amidst a huge cloud of smoke and sparkles as Bow and She-Ra look on. Maybe the garland thing on Clawdeen's head is supposed to be her bow? It doesn't translate well to photograph so they may have misinterpreted it as a rope-crown thing or something.

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Page 12: Whoa. Okay, everything is upside down now. A pale pink caption box reads, ""What a different forest this is!" Bow cried. "Catra has turned everything upside down!" Swift Wind shook his head. "She-Ra, I can't make hide nor hair of this. I've lost all sense of direction. How will we get home?"" She-Ra, Bow, SweetBee and Swift Wind all look around them in apprehensive confusion.

"A bee's homing instinct is very strong. I can find Crystal Castle. Come on, we'll make a beeline for home," says SweetBee.

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Page 13: A pale pink caption box reads, "And at their journey's end, the weary travelers found themselves at home once more." Swift Wind flies after a glowing SweetBee, Bow and She-Ra on his back. It is still not visibly nighttime, and the cliff under the Crystal Castle is much higher than it was in the beginning of the issue. I feel like this would have been fixed by some rescaling. Looking at you, Tim.

"SweetBee! You saved the day!" says Bow, as they all land in front of the castle.

"I never thought that just being myself would make a hero out of me!" says SweetBee.

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Page 14: SweetBee kneels before She-Ra, who holds the Sword of Protection to her shoulder as though knighting her. Bow and Swift Wind look on with big smiles. A pale pink caption box reads in the red 'moral' font, "She-Ra laughed and smiled. "Why, SweetBee! Everyone has some special talent to offer. It's when you put your talent to work that you become a champion. Helping others with your power is what makes you a true Princess of Power!"" Which like, I don't think that ALL needed to be in red. Also, Bow's stomach is blue. He wears a crop top, Skip. Get used to it.

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