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sunny44 · 27 days

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Don’t rush me

Pairing: Lando Norris x bestfriend!Reader

Warnings: short blurb

Summary: Lando doesn’t want you to rush the moment.

The pulsating sound of the music enveloped my senses as I moved through the dance floor, lost in the sea of bodies swaying around me. The energy of the nightclub was contagious, and I felt ecstatic, completely immersed in the vibrant atmosphere.

By my side, Y/n danced with a hypnotic grace, her body moving in perfect harmony with the beat of the music. Her hair swayed freely, and her radiant expression illuminated the darkness of the dance floor. I could hardly take my eyes off her, my attention completely captivated by her presence and her body super close to me was driving me insane.

We were here at the club to celebrate my podium in Australia, but there was something more that I wanted to celebrate: the connection that had been growing between us in recent months. Since we met years ago, something had changed and I was in love with her since then.

A new and exciting feeling had begun to blossom, and I knew I could no longer ignore it and these days I’ve been thinking on telling her.

As we danced, I felt the palpable tension between us, like an electric current ready to explode at any moment. Every movement, every touch, only increased the intensity of what I was beginning to understand as an irresistible desire.

Then, without warning, our gazes met, and something changed in the air around us. In a moment of pure impulsivity, I leaned towards her, my lips seeking hers in a movement as natural as breathing.

The kiss was like an explosion of emotion, a fusion of desire and passion that consumed us completely. For a moment, we lost track of time and space, surrendering to the warmth of the moment without reservations.

But even as I drowned in the overwhelming sensation of her lips against mine, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered a cautious warning. She rushed the kiss like I was going somewhere.

With a conscious effort, I pulled back slightly, locking her gaze with mine as I tried to express everything I was feeling in that moment.

I saw surprise reflected in her eyes, mixed with a spark of desire that left me breathless.

“Don’t rush me.” I murmured, my voice barely audible above the deafening music and with my mouth almost touching her’s again. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, and I don’t want it to end.”

“What do you mean?” She asks surprised.

“Because I’ve been wanting to kiss you for too long for you to rush this moment.” I say, and she laughs.

“We don’t have to only kiss today.” she says and pulls me by the collar of my shirt and kisses me again.

It was difficult to contain the torrent of words threatening to overflow from me at that moment. I wanted to tell her everything I was feeling, that I wanted to be more than just her best friend or the guy she kisses when she’s in the mood, but I knew I needed to choose my words carefully, not to mention that now was not the time.

We broke away from the kiss and she smiled.

“I love you.” I say, and she smiles.

“Aww Lando, you know I love you too.” she says in my ear since the music was too loud and I pulled her to a corner where it was quieter.

“I meant that I love you more than just as your best friend.”

I saw a mix of emotions pass through her face as she absorbed my words, her gaze fixed on mine with an intensity that made me tremble inside. For a moment, the world around us disappeared, and it was just the two of us, suspended in a moment of pure truth and vulnerability.

“I know.” she smiles. “And I love you too, Lando.”

“You don’t know how good it is to hear that.” I smile and kiss her again.

The night was still young, and I knew there was much more ahead for the two of us. But in that moment, I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being in her arms, lost in a world where time had no meaning, and love reigned supreme.

Bonus scene!

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“She’s a party girl.”

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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months

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Ausenal

Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader

Summary: You join the other Aussies at Arsenal

"Yeah, all you really need to worry about is if the big girls will let you play with them," Kyra teased from the seat next to you, pinching at your cheek," They might not and then you'll be left on the bench!"

"Kyra!" Steph snapped from the driving seat," Leave her alone!"

"I'm just joking!" Kyra laughed.

You didn't really find it funny. You were a ball of anxious energy as Steph drove you and the rest of 'Ausenal' to training. You and Kyra had, technically, signed for Arsenal on the same day but you had remained stuck in Australia after because you had to sort out some stuff about school so Kyra had already met everybody before you did.

"It's not funny," Steph said," She's scared."

"I'm not scared!" You denied it even though you were definitely scared and, had you not been sitting down, you would definitely be shaking in your shoes.

"You don't have to be scared," Caitlin said, finally looking up from her phone," Everyone's cool. If anything, they'll just complain about another Aussie joining them. We're taking over."

"And by complain," Steph said sternly," She means tease. No one's going to complain about you, munchkin."

"Munchkin!" Kyra giggled, pinching at your cheek as you tried to pull away.

The nickname had stuck ever since your call up to the national team when they went through a bout of injuries that meant that the scrawny nearly-sixteen year old had been deemed one of the next best alternatives and you had never been able to escape since.

Playing with, as Kyra called them, 'the big girls' had been your dream for years but now that you'd made it, you couldn't quite believe it and your shyness had come out in full force.

"Alright," Steph said as you all piled out," Boots?"

"Yeah."

"Socks?"

"Uh-huh."

"Schoolwork?"

"Yep."

"Good." She adjusted your coat and smoothed down the flyaway strands of your hair that were sticking up. "Okay. We're training until lunch and then we've got a two-hour break before the gym session. Do you know what you're doing during that?"

"My schoolwork."

"And, do you-"

"Come on, Steph," Caitlin said, slinging her arm over your shoulder," We've been through this like ten times. Yes, she'll do her homework. Yes, she'll make sure to socialise. Can we go now?"

Steph sighed. "Go on."

Caitlin began to steer you away.

"And make sure she fills up her bottle before training starts!"

The locker room was just as loud as your old locker room back at Perth Glory and it settled you a little bit as you ended up getting changed next to Caitlin, staring straight ahead at your cubby.

The other girls took their time so you were left just sitting on the bench and clicking the heels of your boots together as you waited. You didn't really know your way around so you just had to wait until one of the older girls finished getting ready and took you to the pitch.

"Hey. You're that Australian kid, right? God, I thought Kyra had a baby face."

You looked up and then immediately looked back down.

Jen Beattie was standing in front of you.

"Hi." Your own voice was barely a whisper, hardly even audible over all the noise in changing room.

She leaned a bit closer to you to fully hear and you went rigid. You didn't particularly like new people in your personal space without warning. Hell, it had taken nearly a month for Kyra to be allowed close enough to hug you, let alone pinch your cheek like she did earlier.

"You're not as loud as Kyra, are you?" She asked and it was clear that she was teasing but it still made you feel nervous.

You shook your head.

"She's an angel," Caitlin said," But then again, everybody's an angel when compared to Kyra."

"I'm not that bad!"

"Yeah, sure." Caitlin's arm swung over your shoulders, giving you a little squeeze. "But this munchkin is still an angel."

You kind of wanted the ground to swallow you up. Your cheeks felt hot as the mention of your nickname and you looked bashfully.

"Munchkin?" Jen laughed," I like it."

Caitlin laughed too before steering you out of the locker room onto the pitch. You were thankful that the drills were fairly rudimentary today but still hard enough that everyone was exhausted enough to not talk.

You glanced around as you drained your bottle, skirting out of the way quickly when Kyra approached with her still full bottle, already angling it to squirt towards you.

Usually, you had Mini to protect you when something like this happened but now you had to fend for yourself, darting around the outskirts of the group so Kyra couldn't change you.

You zipped past Lia Wälti and Leah Williamson, sliding past them as Kyra tackled you to the ground. She kept you pinned to the ground with her own weight as she unscrewed the top of the bottle.

You squeezed your eyes shut in preparation but no water came.

"Leah!" Kyra complained," Get off! It was just a joke!"

"It's her first day," Williamson lectured," Don't traumatise her so early. We want to keep her for years."

"Are you okay?" Lia helped you up, patting down your shirt to get the grass scraps off it.

"I'm okay." Just like in the locker room, your voice was barely above a whisper but she didn't seem to mind, just smiling at you.

"Good. I'm glad. Kyra usually isn't that mean, sorry."

"She's not mean." You felt compelled to defend Kyra. "She's just a bit silly sometimes. She doesn't mean harm."

"It's nice that you two are such good friends," Lia said. Somehow, she managed to squish you between her and Leah as you all headed in from training for lunch.

"Mini...er...I mean Katrina, she says that Kyra's got annoying little sister energy."

"Annoying little sister energy!" Leah laughed," Oh, that's gold! I like that!" She swung her arm over your shoulders. "I like you, kiddo."

A piece of nervousness lodged in your chest came loose and disappeared as Leah talked. She didn't seem to need your input much and you were more than happy with that.

Before you knew it, you were sat at a table next to Steph with a full plate and soft conversation washing over you. You still felt nervous around the other girls but you felt more settled than when you first arrived today, most of your antsy energy replaced with good old-fashioned shyness.

"You need to get started on that Chemistry lesson," Steph reminded you as she set you up with your laptop and some snacks," And tonight, you need to remember to call Mini to tell her about your first day."

You nodded, plugging in your headphones and clicking start on the video that was set up for you. You got a decent way through your worksheet before it started numbing your brain and you rolled up the foil of your snack into a little ball and rolled it across the table to Kyra.

She frowned at first before grinning, flicking it back at you. You ducked and grabbed it off the floor to return it. Kyra caught the next shot and you threw it back with enough force that, when you headed it back, it landed in her protein shake.

You both burst out laughing, attracting stares that had you instantly quieting and looking back down at your keyboard.

"Are you being a bad influence again, Kyra?" Kim asked.

"I'm not a bad influence!" Kyra said, picking the ball of foil out of her drink and throwing it back at you.

It was still covered in protein shake so you shrieked and dived off your chair to avoid it.

"She's meant to be studying," Kim continued as you picked yourself up off the floor.

"Give her a break," Caitlin said," Surely all that schoolwork can't be good for your brain."

"That's not how it works," Kim replied.

"Let the kid have a break," Katie inserted herself into the conversation easily and you kind of envied that a little bit," She's been studying for nearly an hour now. I, for one, am pretty sure that Steph said something about making sure she socialised too."

Kim looked like she was mentally groaning but she finally relented. "Fine," She said," But you're explaining all this to Steph."

"Please," Caitlin scoffed as she beckoned you over to sit with her and Katie," She'll be delighted that this munchkin is making friends."

You face was stained red. "You can't keep calling me that," You said to her," It's embarrassing."

"Sorry," Caitlin said, not looking very sorry at all," But with Alanna and Mackenzie not here, one of us has to keep up with embarrassing you."

"Leave her alone," Steph said as she came back into the room, your saving grace.

"She's right," Katie said," We certainly can't call her munchkin, that's her Aussie nickname." She grinned teasingly. "How does pipsqueak sound?"

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dduane · 3 days

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Hi Diane. Sorry to bother you but I recently was told to try out your Wizard series but when I went to audible (I'm in Australia BTW) it's not coming up. It is available in America but I would need to sign up a whole new account and wouldn't be able to access it from my normal one. Not sure if you have any say on the matters but if you were unaware can you yell at someone until they put it up on the Australian store? Due to my work audiobooks are the only way I can consume books and I'd love to give your series a go 😊

Hi there!

This has been a problem for some time now, and there's no immediate solution available.

The current US/Canadian publisher—which is actually HarperCollins, these days, though the books still say Houghton Mifflin Harcourt—only holds the audiobook rights for North America and, due to post-colonial shenanigans, the Philippines.

Since the Young Wizards series currently has relatively little presence outside the US, HC—maybe understandably—has no interest in acquiring audiobook rights for the rest of the world, which I hold. (The series's UK and Australia/New Zealand presence was due to its 1990s publication by Transworld/Corgi, which unfortunately has since allowed the books to go out of print.)

This does of course leave me with some opportunities. I mentioned to someone here last week that I was looking into recording the books myself. This will require renting/hiring recording space, tech crew, and post-production facilities: all expenses I'll have to bear myself... for ten books.

This isn't a concept I balk at, mind you. It's important to do a good, professional job on something like this. But it's going to run into money, and is going to take a while to execute, one book at a time.

My current estimate suggests that I may be able to start this project sometime in Q1 of 2025. You might want to keep an eye on this space starting around then for further news.

I hope you can hang on until then! ...And in the meantime if you get impatient enough to shake up your consumption modes a little, the ebook versions of the revised Young Wizards novels are right over here... available instantly, on demand.

Anyway, thanks for inquiring! :)

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cheesemonky · 3 months

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Chapter 2: Just Listen To Me!

pairing: fairy!felix x fairy!reader

Series Masterlist

Word count: 2k

summary: A fairy gets their wings once they're 13. A normal one at least. You're 23, and still without any. This leaves you without a mate, because who would love a wingless fairy? So when you decide to leave, it's quite the surprise to find a fairy with a wing missing…

warnings: swearing, a shitton of dialogue NOT PROOF READ lmk if i missed anything :3

You hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of the injured fairy before you. His breathing was laboured, and his body lay still as if he were dead. Almost his entire back was bloodied, as well as the ground around him. How long had he been here like this? After some contemplation, you approached his body slowly. Crouching down, you managed to get a closer look at his wound. Someone or something had completely ripped out his left wing. There was no sign that any animals were recently in the area, nor any humans. Dread settled in the pit of your stomach as you examined the gruesome scene before you. The absence of any immediate threats allowed you to focus on him. Gulping down your unease, you carefully inspected the wound. It was a clean tear, as if someone deliberately removed the wing. The unnatural precision made shivers run down your spine.

“Who could have done this..?” You muttered to yourself. Broken wings weren’t a rare sight, but to have an entire one torn out was… more than unusual. Your fingers traced the edges of the wound, and the blood felt far from fresh. Suddenly, you heard the caws of birds overhead. You had to get him out of the open. Hooking your arms under his, you dragged him out towards a large tree. Propping him up against the trunk, you set down your backpack, rummaging through it to find a shirt. You ripped a long piece of cloth out of it and wrapped it around the wound and across his chest. He didn’t sustain any other injuries, as far as you could tell. Maybe… you could stay with him a while. Just to make sure he was okay when he woke up. So for hours you waited, waited for him to come to his senses.

Just as you began to doze off next to him, you heard his breath hitch. It was a few seconds until his eyes finally fluttered open, and god, were they the most perfect things you’ve ever seen. He looked over at you for a moment, confusion and pain evident in his gaze, before he shuffled away from you. His eyes widened as he took in his surroundings and the makeshift bandage on his back.

"Where... am I?" he rasped, his voice barely audible.

“Australia.”

“Yeah, well, I know that…”

“Then I don’t know what to tell you.”

“What state..?”

“Sydney. What, you not from around here?” He sighed deeply at your words, rubbing his temples partly in weariness and also in annoyance.

“I am but… this isn’t my home.”

“Where is it then?”

“Well, you see, I’m a fairy so I live in a village with other fa-”

“I know, idiot, but that’s not what I was asking.” He looked at you in confusion and a hint of hurt. You were coming off a lot harsher than you wanted to. Maybe so long without any interaction was the cause.

“Sorry- let’s try again. What’s your name?”

“Felix. You?”

“Y/N. You’re a fairy, right?”

“Yeah. What about you?” You fiddle with your hands a little, attempting to keep your voice steady. To be fair, it wasn’t his fault. You don’t have any wings, so how could he tell?

“A fairy…” You mumbled, hoping he would sense how uncomfortable you were and drop the question.

“Hm? What did you say?”

“A fairy.” You said, slightly louder and firmer this time. And once again, the now familiar face of confusion he seems to like bearing appears.

“Where are… what happened to your wings?”

“Does it really matter?”

“I’m just asking… did they take yours as well?” You felt a little bad for him, honestly. You were being so unpleasant to someone you had just met and saved the life of.

“I never had any.”

“What?”

“Wings. I never had any wings. I never got mine.”

“I feel like you’re lying to me.” This time, instead of snapping at him, you turned your body to face him. You hadn’t noticed, but he was listening quite closely to everything you had been saying. Hands in his lap, head tilted to the side and his face was clearly focused on what was being said.

“I’m not. I just… never got wings.”

“How do I know you aren’t just a tiny human?”

“Have you ever seen a human this small?”

“... no.”

“Exactly.” For a while, he looked away and at the tree in contemplation, fiddling with some of the peeling bark. You weren’t sure if he believed you or not, especially with how unreal your story sounds to others. With the silence dragging on, you decided to raise a question that should’ve been asked at the start.

“So what happened to your wing?” His eyes widened as he realised that he in fact did have a problem with his wing. He turned his head to get a good look at the shiny piece of him that was laying a few metres from where he was before, still with ling

“I… don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

“I literally told you I was a fairy without wings.”

“Well-... okay, fine. In my village, I was part of this group called Stray Kids.” Strange name, but okay. Who were you to judge? Plus, the name sounded somewhat familiar.

“We’re… not really superheroes, but we did help in defeating the Sound Monster.”

“Wait, that was you? The news of you guys taking it down was going around everywhere! I heard it even reached parts of Korea, which is like, really far away. Maybe not superheroes, but definitely celebrities. Is that how you lost it?” Though you chose to believe it, you still had a few doubts. Was it really this sweet and adorable young man who helped kill it?

“Nah, it was too long ago for my back to be bleeding out now. You see, after we took it down I went back to just see if we missed anything. And we did. There were these strange pieces of… something that had formed after the battle. I picked one up and I felt more magic in that moment than I have in my whole life.” The story started to sound a little more unbelievable now, yet you continued to trust him on it.

“I hid it well for a while. I didn’t even tell my friends. Until I had to defend myself and some other against a human. I used a bit too much magic and someone from our council was there to see it. I had an entire court trial and everything! I didn’t realise having too much magic was a crime.”

“It isn’t. Not where I’m from.”

“Well, it was more “illegal possession of unidentified magic” and “dangerous use of magic”. But how was I supposed to know?”

“Okay, those sound more like things you could be arrested for. But the wing..?”

“Right. So, it turns out fairies are idiots and the only way that they know how to get rid of someone’s magic is to take away a wing or two.”

“So they just… ripped it out?”

“Basically.” You couldn’t help but feel bad for him. To have a part of you just taken away like that would mean immense pain, physically and mentally. And it makes sense now as to why the cut was so clean.

“Did it work though?”

“A little too well. I lost that extra magic plus some of my own. I haven’t got much left anymore.”

“So what now? I mean, I could teach you a thing or two about living out here but I'm not letting you follow me around." Actually, you probably would. Even though you're glad that all those who hurt you are in the past, you still get lonely. Plus, he's kind of like you in a way, no? With a missing wing and all.

"Huh? What, no way! I need to get my magic back!" He said with a bit more cheeriness than necessary. It was your turn to be confused now.

"And how do you plan on doing that exactly?"

"Okay, now you won't believe me." Has this guy really not learnt anything? If an anomaly such as yourself can exist, you're sure that others could as well.

"Just tell me. It's not like my opinion will stop you anyways." Glancing at you once more, he took a deep breath and continued his story.

“Well, since I was young, my mother always told me this story about-”

“Wait, wait, you’re going off of a children’s story?”

“I-I mean, it’s pretty believable… Plus it's not a children’s story! There’s been a lot of people who’ve actually managed to do it…” You were starting to get a little suspicious with his story. You didn't want him to get into any unwanted trouble or danger.

"If you want me to be convinced, you should try a bit harder to make the story believable."

"Didn't you say it didn't matter what you thought?" You opened your mouth to respond, but you closed it straight after you realised you had no response. There wasn't anything you could say about that. You sighed, nodding once for him to continue.

“It’s been rumoured that somewhere deep in our Bush, the Heart of Eris is still there.”

“Eris… Eris as in the Goddess of Fairies?”

“Yes, that Eris. It’s the thing that sourced all fairy magic and the reason we still have it.”

“... please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say…”

“Look, just listen to me, yeah? I’m gonna try to find it!” You fucking knew it. He really did live up to the ‘dumb blonde’ name. What was he thinking, following the story of a children’s tale? And he didn’t even have a proper amount of magic!

“You are literally gonna die out there.”

“Then come with me.”

“...huh?” You stared at him a while, trying to see if he was being serious or not. You felt like you were the only one using any of their brain cells at that moment. He wants you, a fairy without wings or any magic, to go with him, an injured fairy who has barely any more magic than yourself, to find something that probably doesn’t even exist?

“No.”

“What- why?! Come on, maybe we could even get you a pair of wings!” For a moment, you were tempted. Even after learning to live without any, you’ve always known that you would be happier if you did have them. But wasting all of your hard work out here to go look for something that could get you killed? Not worth it.

“I said no. That’s it.”

“I-... fine then. It’s not like we’re friends anyways. I’ll go myself.” As he began to stand up, you grabbed his arm gently. You were a little surprised he didn’t put up more of a fight.

“At least rest for a while. You’re still injured.” He stood still for a moment, not facing you, before settling down back where he was before. You had to stop yourself from smiling at the small pout on his face as you grabbed some things from your bag. Pulling out a small blanket you had brought from your old home, you passed it to him while you grabbed a sweater for yourself. He mumbled a small thank you before turning to lay on the ground. You stayed up for a while, just until he fell asleep before falling into your own slumber. But your dreams were unexpected. They were those same nightmares. The ones you hadn’t had for ages now. They were back and they hurt so much more than last time. Though, there was someone in the background. You heard Felix’s voice, talking so sweetly about something or other. And then there were wings, and the Heart of Eris and everything he had talked about. Was this dream telling you something?

The next morning, you woke up early to find some berries or small nuts and seeds to eat. By the time you got back, Felix had woken up too and had folded your blanket for you. Holding out a seed for him to take, you packed your blanket back in.

“I’ll be going now. Thanks for the help though.” His smile was far too bright for you not to change your mind. Plus, that dream wasn’t any help.

“Let me help you more.”

“What?”

“I’m coming with you.”

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natailiatulls07 · 6 months

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You're gonna leave me, aren't you?

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Summary - They were bestfriends then lovers but in end they were strangers left with the memories of what was

Warnings - mention of his father, mention of Jules Bianchi’s death, bad google translate, breaking up, sad ending kind of??

2015

Max met her in secondary school, his life was crazy. Between juggling school, his fathers harsh parenting and formula three, he met Y/n. They became bestfriends almost immediately.

Y/n was like a breath of fresh air in his chaotic lifestyle. Always patient and understood if he couldn't hang out. It did help that she knew what Max was getting himself into, her father would watch formula one and he was a big fan of the sport.

When Max got signed to Toro Rosso in 2015, Y/n was the first one he told. He remembers the phone call oh so well.

After a couple of rings, Max heard her through his phone. She sounded tired but would always have a cheery aura to her even through the phone.

"Max are you alright?" It was then when Max realised that Australia, where he was for the grand prix, was six hours ahead of the Netherlands. This meant that it was currently four am for Y/n.

"Yeah sorry, I just realised what time it is for you..." He tooking a sharp breath, debating whether he should let Y/n sleep and tell her later. "I have news, it's very exciting!"

Max heard her shuffle in bed. "Oh yeah, go on"

"You better be clearing you schedule because I'm going to be in formula one!!" Y/n's audible gasp was heard through the phone. "Formula one zonneschijn!"

Of course since it was the middle of the night, Y/n kept her celebration quiet. So in hushed whispers she replied. “No way! Max that’s amazing”

Max could of sworn he heard her voice break. Was she crying? “I’m so proud of you Maxy!”

Max swears that day was the day he fell in love with her. They were only 17 and 16, mere teenagers. But his whole perspective of her changed.

Sadly Y/n couldn’t make his formula debut but he knew that she was watching on from home. She was studying, trying to get through college and through to university.

Of course the two kept close, face times and messages became important to them as Max was travelling his way around the planet.

Soon enough Max caught up the courage to ask her out over summer break. He took her to their favourite restaurant. And whilst on the date, he then asked her to be his girlfriend to which she nodded excitedly with a big smile on her face.

Everyone was happy for the new couple, admittedly upset they didn’t see much of the two together because of their privacy and schedules.

2016

It was in 2016 when Max started driving for Redbull racing that he also started to drift from Y/n. He didn’t want to and it wasn’t a choice he made easily.

Of course growing up, Max saw what happens in motorsport. He knew it was dangerous and always life threatening.

Max was in the paddock when he watched Jules Bianchi crash in 2014. He knew how it effected Jules’ close family and friends, Max was friends with Charles who struggled.

He remembers being told that Jules died after Jules was in a coma for nine months.

And Max didn’t want that weight on Y/n if something were to happen. He didn’t want the press to crowd her and he didn’t want to give her that much grief.

So he drifted, as much as he hated it, he drifted away from. This of course drew red flags for Y/n.

Before they would text non stop every day but now Max barely replied. Before they would spend almost all his free time together, binge watching their favourite shows or eating at their favourite restaurant or even just napping together.

But now Max would intentionally fill his time with work, much like his father once did. He remembers looking in the mirror and just seeing his father, that scared him but it didn’t stop him.

Y/n had managed to get ahold of Max, she called him asking if he could meet her at their favourite restaurant. Unlike her usual cheery tone, she sounded deflated.

Pulling up to the restaurant, he saw her through the window sat at their table. And as he walked in, he didn’t receive his usual warm hug from her so he just sat down opposite. Looking at her as if he didn’t know what was going on.

“Hey what’s up?” Max asked the girl opposite him. He was scared of her, she wasn’t Y/n.

“Um…how do I say this?” Her soft voice came out still as deflated as before. What Y/n said next hit, the new formula one driver hard. “You’re gonna leave me…aren’t you?”

It was as if everything around Max had stopped. Only then did he realise what he did to her. Max thought that this was the best option, drifting away, but instead what he had done was make her feel unloved and feel like the relationship was one sided. “No. No of course not zonneschijn!”

He was quick to protest but was quick shushed when Y/n started to shake her head. “Max…please don’t, don’t try to tell me different because you are…you’re gonna leave, it’s okay”

Collecting her stuff, Y/n started to leave. Max couldn’t do anything, he knew what he’d done and he knew he could come back from that. “I love you Max…always have and always will” Y/n whispered before turning her back to him and leaving.

Max watched her walk out of the restaurant and walk home, he felt ashamed and regretful that he lost the best thing he’ll ever have. But he promised to keep her in his heart until the day that he would die.

2023

It was over seven years since Max last saw her but he never let her out of his heart and mind. He had just won his third world championship and Sky Sports had pulled him over to have a quick interview.

“Hi Max! Well done on your third world championship, how are you feeling?” The sky sport journalist asks whilst Max is handed his mic.

“Yeah I feel so grateful that I am able to achieve this for the third time” Max smiles politely, not the biggest fan of post race/sprint interviews but pr insist.

“Is there anyone who you feel like you owe this to? Any family? I know that your father is very supportive of your career”

“Um yeah…” He takes a pause, and then his mind goes back to his sunshine, Y/n. “I think I’ll have to thank an old friend…she knows who she is, I hope she knows that I appreciate and love her more and more everyday” Looking into the camera, Maxs heart tells him that she is there watching from home supporting him.

He also knew that everyone knew who he was talking about, they always did.

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“As The Crow Flies” (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader) — PART 3

SUMMARY — By all accounts Anna Gray died in Australia and had no business standing in Alfie’s living room, nor calling the man “darling” for that matter. But there you were, identical to the picture they took when they shipped you off to the colonies.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — This time it took me much faster to write, mostly thanks to your wonderful replies and reblogs! 💗💗💗💗💗

WORD COUNT — 2,103

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“So this is the man you have chosen for yourself?” Polly asked you when she followed you out to the porch for the much-deserved cigarette break.

The rest of the Shelby clan, as you have started to call them in your head, were left alone with Alfie, because you couldn’t take any more of their so-called negotiations. Somehow you weren’t exactly sure which party you felt sorrier for.

So you tried to escape, but Polly, ever the careful strategist, wouldn’t leave you alone. You paid it no mind, or so you wanted to pretend.

“Alfie?” You lit a match for her, which she gladly accepted. “He’s my husband.”

“Of your own free volition, no less.”

“Don’t be glib.”

Even though, curiouser and curiouser, you noticed you and Polly smoked the same brand of cigarettes, neither of you said anything to acknowledge the fact.

“Anna…”

“Polly.”

“All I want…”

“Yes?”

“All I want is to know you’re happy.”

“I am happy.” You paused. “Is Michael?”

You knew that wasn’t what the discussion was about, nor really the question that the Shelby matriarch wanted to answer. But you decided not to give her too much leeway. If she would ask you things in a more straightforward manner, you would perhaps answer, but you weren’t in the habit of being especially accommodating.

“He’s not who you think him to be, you know. Alfie.” You offered this much, because whether you wanted to admit it or not, Polly’s saddened expression did tug on your heartstrings—even if just a little.

“Oh, I think we both know exactly who he is, dear.”

You smirked.

“Enlighten me, please.”

Polly frowned and after some initial hesitation related for you pretty much the essence of the past few years and her family’s dealings with one Alfie Solomons. Most of it you knew, some of it was news to you, but nothing exactly changed your mind about the man.

What Polly or the rest of the Shelbys didn’t know was that the man behind the violent and unpredictable mask wasn’t really who you married or woke up next to every single day. But you didn’t feel like enlightening them just yet. The past you and Alfie shared meant so much more than territorial pissings.

“I know his reputation, Polly, but that doesn’t change the fact I owe him my life,” you informed her. “And Tommy tried to take his.”

This, as expected, wasn’t the reaction Polly wanted to hear.

“What happened to you?” she whispered incredulously, her dark eyes full of questions.

“A lot of bad things happened to me. Things I don’t necessarily want to relive.”

Polly’s grip on the porch railing got a little tighter.

“None of it was your fault,” you offered her that small consolation, regardless whether you had any real evidence for it. You were now a part of Alfie’s world, but you weren’t as ruthless. Never could.

Polly looked at you with hope so evident in her face that you couldn’t really find any other words than those you knew to be true: the rest of your story.

“Mind you, I don’t remember much and I’m sorry to say I don’t remember you at all, Polly. Your voice is familiar to me, but when I try to look further back it’s like looking at something through a dusty glass. I mostly remember Michael and sometimes I even get bits and pieces of how he used to play with me. Well, how he used to drag me around in a shoebox on a string.”

Polly laughed at that in surprise.

“I’m sure it was John who gave him that bright idea,” she said quietly, as if worried that any audible reaction would cause you to stop talking.

“I don’t doubt it.”

“When they took you away, I… It felt like…”

You waited patiently for Polly to gather her bearings, but what she said next shocked you:

“I think I missed you both so much that sometimes I simply wanted to die.”

It was hard to think of anything constructive to reply to that and so you hesitated to speak again. Polly lit another cigarette.

“Did they ship you off to the colonies?” she asked, evidently having deduced your lack of warmth for something it wasn’t.

The full truth was so much more pathetic, you thought. You weren’t good at these sorts of things; nobody in your life ever made you participate in heartfelt conversations. You didn’t know what to say to her about that previous confession and so you just answered the question:

“That was the plan. I probably would have died on the way there and almost dying seemed preferential at the time… Before they packed us up like slaves, they kept us in these big warehouses near the docks. All of us: convicted women, old, young, insane, some even children. Some just orphans and some real murderers. It was the most horrified I have ever been. You couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t breathe without someone trying to harm you one way or another. They fed us rotten food, wouldn’t let us clean ourselves, the bed bugs made the guards shave our heads… and then the fever broke out. Some of us were moved to a makeshift infirmary, where they also moved me when I fell ill. But that fever became my salvation. I wasn’t as well guarded there and one night when I regained consciousness I escaped.”

“What?” Polly gasped. “But how… Why did they say you died in Australia?”

“A fevered girl manages to escape His Majesty’s chamber of torture in her flea-riddled nightgown and lives to tell the tale.” You smirked. “Wouldn’t that make an uncomfortable headline?”

Polly thought about it for a second, but then confirmed with a nod that she agreed with your point.

“And Solomons, then?”

“I stole from him,” you laughed. “Don’t judge, I know the bakery is simply a front, but the bread they get is as good as any. And if you can’t see straight and haven’t eaten anything not covered in rat droppings for weeks… Your opinions on food ownership tend to get a little loser. Shame my reflexes had gotten so dull back then, because I would have gotten away with it, too. But I was delirious and truth be told probably looked dead already. So Alfie Solomons, the big bad wolf you think he is, took pity on me.”

It took a while for Polly to digest all that information and so you two just smoked in silence, up until her hand reached for yours somewhat unexpectedly. This time you didn’t reject her.

“I am sorrier than you could ever imagine, because—” Polly stammered.

“I know you are. But there is no need for it. I truly am at peace.”

After that, you just stood there holding hands, and even though you couldn’t know what Polly was thinking, you had a pretty good idea.

You were so different from Michael, that much was clear, and part of you wished you could express your feelings better than through an armour of perpetual cold or quips. Then again, from what you have heard today, Michael had led a very different life. Had you been allowed a normal home, with normal loving parents, perhaps you could have abandoned your snark and focused on rebuilding your relationship with Polly.

But, as things currently stood, it was too late to be something else than what life made you. A part of you would always remain on your guard, because no part of you would ever forget the hardships and the sacrifices you had to make from the ripe age of five. No child should ever see or endure what you had to.

“There’s still the matter of Boston,” Polly changed the subject swiftly and you smiled to yourself, wondering what her angle would be this time.

You came to like that about her, in the past few hours you came to finally know her. She was unpredictable and that kept you on your toes. If only she knew how much it resembled your husband’s own ways, perhaps she would stop with her side looks.

“What about Boston?” you asked.

“Your sister-in-law is Jack Nelson’s favourite niece. Or so we’ve heard.”

You shook your head and chuckled.

“You don’t like her, I take it. Gina Gray.”

“Not particularly, no.”

“Is it the snow habit or the scheming that bothers you more?”

“It’s the bad hairdo, mostly. I do like her choice in shoes, though…”

You laughed at that in earnest and looked at Polly to see her smiling at you, albeit a little shyly. The smile, you thought, removed ten years of worry from her face.

“I have heard about the Nelsons,” you informed her. “I don’t suppose Michael will look too kindly on what we’re about to do to them. But then again… They did kill Alfie’s uncle. They messed with his business. I don’t see how it could be forgiven.”

“No, I don’t see how it could. But I can still hear them talking in there and nobody shot anyone yet.”

“So we are in agreement.” You threw the rest of your cigarette away and looked at Polly once more.

“We all make sacrifices, I suppose,” she agreed. “But you, my darling, have made plenty. We will not ask you for more.”

You smiled at her again, though this time there was much less wariness to it. She spoke in riddles and kept her cards very close to her chest, but that also reminded you of Alfie. You were sure now you would like her very much indeed.

“Absolutely not. Out of the fuckin’ question, fuckin’ ridiculous.” Alfie waved his hand dismissively and then looked at you as soon as you and Polly came back inside. “You’re upsettin’ my wife, thanks very much, mate, all right, just look at her, Tommy, she’s plenty upset!”

“And why would I be upset, Alfie?” you chirped.

“She doesn’t even know what she’s sayin’ no more, poor thing.” He stood up abruptly, too abruptly for Arthur’s taste who immediately reached for his gun.

“Now, you’re alright there, sweetie, yeah, no need to get emotional,” Alfie gave him a look, “but my wife does need her rest, all right, an’ I don’t particularly need us all to tuck her into bed, it ain’t that kind of thing.”

Confused, you let your husband take you upstairs to your bedroom, because to be fair you knew better than to interrupt his scheming in business. It let him break the habit of scheming in your personal lives.

“Might I know why I’m being relegated to my bed without dinner like a toddler, Alfie?”

“Yeah, I need to talk to you, come ‘ere.”

As soon as the door closed behind you, you heard the telltale noises of a very agitated discussion happening downstairs.

“What did she tell ya then?”

“Who?”

“Your mother, hm?”

“It was mostly me doing the talking.”

“She told ya about Boston.”

“How did you…?”

“Hm, I didn’t, right, but now you just told me. So out with it.”

Honestly, you were sometimes so impressed with his skill of manipulation that you forgot to be annoyed at being the manipulated party.

“Alfie, if you don’t want your wife to divorce you, I suggest you utilise those evil gifts of yours on our guests.”

“Fair, but don’t be mad, luv, all right, come ‘ere,” he smiled and pulled you closer, “and tell your beast of a husband if he should go to war or not, ‘cause this time I don’t think I can do it without you.”

“Alfie, you have done it without me. Many times.”

“Precisely my point, all right, I’m the one who knows how it feels to not have you to keep me sane, luv, so if you say we don’t do it, then we don’t, yeah?”

“You… you’d abandon your vengeance? For me?”

“In a heartbeat, luv, what kind of question is that even, you don’t ask me that. ‘Course I fuckin’ would.”

Remembering what Polly said about Gina, your mind was pretty much decided. You appreciated Alfie’s honesty, always have, but disrespect couldn’t be easily forgiven.

“Then I say we do it.”

The sudden fire in your voice made Alfie grin.

“I say we kill them all, Alfie. You take Boston and Tommy can have Jack Nelson’s head on a spike.”

“On a spike, hm?”

“That’s right.”

He gently took your face in his hands and looked at you with such affection that it only reassured you in your thinking.

“I love it when you talk business to me, luv,” he concluded.

#peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy x reader

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Luke Arnold shared news for his audiobook "Don't Hang Up" by Benjamin Stevenson on his instastory, are now available for free on this month, only for Audible Australia. Get it while you can!

#black sails #luke arnold #john silver #don't hang up #benjamin stevenson #audiobook #audible australia #instagram

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I made a spreadsheet with side by side comparisons of the lyrics for Eagles! Australia is mostly transcribed and there is now a NA sheet that is a WIP. If you have any suggestions/corrections or videos for anything please do send them bc some lyrics are barely audible or horrendously ambiguous!

Most if not all videos were found via the MCR Archive so if a link goes dead, it should still be available in it's respective folder! (2022, 2023)

#mcr #my chemical romance #everybody hates the fucking eagles #everybody hates the eagles #should i tag the Shows It Was Performed At?#probably not

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Friends Don't Do This - Part One

A/N: This is request from @darlingkisses and will be two parts, hope you all enjoy. Warnings: Smut. Praise. 18+ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Reader Word count: 2.5k

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"Y/N, is that you," Alicent exclaimed, pushing her sunglasses down to get a good look at you.

For the first time in a while Aegon had stayed home for more than just sleeping. Alicent had to basically forbid him from leaving the house and why he wasn't normally inclined to listen to her, he was glad to this one time.

Because there you were, walking behind your parents, dressed in a pretty red summer dress. It hugged your figure, showing the curves that you had grown into. Of course you'd grow into your figure and would have such a beautiful body that had Aegon drooling at you.

Your arms opened wide as you embraced Alicent, pulling her in as she gawked at you. His mother droning on about the years it had been since she had seen you. What had it been a few years now?

"Five years," you nodded, a smile covering your face. "It's been five years since I've been here."

Aegon found himself standing up, not even realising he was walking over to you until he stood about a metre away.

It was Alicent that noticed him there standing like a bashful boy, speechless at the sight of you. "I bet you're happy to see Aegon," Alicent said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

For a moment his breath caught in his throat, thinking in those five years you may of forgotten him. Maybe he should of tried harder to keep in contact with you like his siblings.

Your smile only widened at the sight of him, throwing your arms around him as you yanked him towards you.

Aegon was taken a back, wrapping his arms around you as his hands slid against your back. The hug lasted longer then it should have and it was you that slipped your arms from around him, finally pulling away.

Everyone was cooing at the pair of you, both of you slightly flushed with embarrassment.

"Of course I'm happy to see, Aegon."

Your words sparked something in Aegon, a warm feeling in his stomach that he probably hadn't felt since you had been around him. In that moment he really did regret distancing himself over the years.

A few days into your stay and it was as if nothing had changed between you and Aegon. Your teenage crush bubbling up to the surface every moment you spent with him, unable to deny the attraction between the pair of you. However, you knew Aegon and you knew that he was a player in your teenage years but now he was the ultimate fuck boy. If you crossed that line, you were sure he wouldn't care to toss you aside.

"But Spain was just beautiful," Aegon continued to say, hands massaging the skin of your legs. "I do really want to go to Australia next."

Your legs were draped over his lap as you rested on the couch together. You were trying not to focus on his hands but the way they felt against your skin had you growing damp in your pants. You swore he was slowly working his way up your legs, only a second ago his hands were on your calves.

"Maybe we could go to Australia together." Aegon turned to you, eyes scanning yours for something.

You shook your head, giggling, "Only a few days ago you had practically forgotten who I was."

"I apologised about that," he stated, pointing his finger at you. "We both had a part to play in that." He placed his hand back down, definitely hiking it up a bit higher as it reached your thigh. The fingers dug in, slipping your thighs apart slightly so he could continue his actions.

"I'm fucking with you," you teased, relaxing back into the couch. You sighed when his fingers helped release the tension in your muscles, not there was much there.

Aegon only took your sound as encouragement, edging closer to your inner thigh as his hands kneaded your skin there. A soft whimper, barely audible escaped your lips. If it wasn't for the fact Aegon was staring at you, he would of missed it. Your eyes were closed, lips falling open as your hips shifted to ease the tension underneath your panties.

His hand reached up further, edge of his finger grazed your cunt through your shorts. You whimpered louder then, making Aegon chuckle at your reaction.

"Aegon, stop," you told him, clenching your thighs together when it got too much.

"What? I'm not doing anything," he shrugged his shoulders, smirking down at you.

"You know what you're doing." You suddenly became cold as you pulled your legs away from him.

"What's so wrong about it?" He seemed deflated from your response, furrowing his eyebrows.

"We are friends." You brushed him off, still staying put but distancing yourself from him. "Just friends."

Things between you and Aegon didn't change because of course he could never take that you only wanted to be friends with him. His hands would constantly be touching you inappropriately, a brush of the back of his hand against your breasts or slap to your ass when no one was with you. He'd smirk as he apologised, loving the way you'd get so riled up and pretend you didn't like it.

You couldn't deny how it made you feel, practically dripping from wetness most of the time when he'd be flirting in your ear.

It got so bad that you wanted to spend nearly every moment with him, even though you spent most of the time pushing him away. But you regretted feeling that way as you walked up the stairs to go get Aegon for breakfast.

You went to go over to his door, bumping into a random girl stumbling outside his door. She apologised, makeup smudged around her face as she walked around you.

Your eyes looked up, noticing Aegon stand there with wide eyes. He didn't want you to see some random girl leaving his room.

You forced a smile on your face, trying to brush it off as you pointed downstairs. "I was told to come get you for breakfast."

"Sure," Aegon said, nodding as he tried to think. He grabbed your wrist when you went to walk away, turning you back to him. "Y/N, that wasn't anything. Really it was just-"

You cut him off, "It's fine. We are friends, Aegon."

But Gods did the sight of seeing someone else leave his bedroom sting.

By the evening the whole ordeal had been forgotten, mainly because you had shoved it to the back of your mind. Aegon had spent the whole day trying to grovel his way back into your good books as if he had to even try. But the sight of you slightly upset, had him wanting to do anything to make you happy.

Before dinner Aegon had accidentally taken your phone, thinking it was his as he scrolled on it at the table. Once he noticed the lengthy smut on the screen, he realised it wasn't his phone but it had peaked his interest. His eyes widened, imaging you both in the compromising situation that you were reading.

You walked in, slipping into the seat beside him, not even noticing he had your phone. He held the screen in front of you, passing it back as he smirked.

"You know if you want to be fucked like that all you have to do is say," Aegon whispered in your ear. His breath brushing against your skin which sent a delightful shiver down your spine, making your skin prickle with goosebumps. "I could fuck you like that."

"Aegon," you warned, feeling a wetness leak from your entrance.

His hand reached down, fingers grazing the subtle skin of your thigh as it reached under your skirt. You clenched your thighs, stopping his hand from moving any further up.

"Imagine," Aegon hummed in your ear, brushing his lips against the skin behind your ear.

"Honestly Aegon-" you didn't know where this confidence was coming from as you turned to him. "-you couldn't handle me."

His smirk grew wider, his other hand adjusting his pants underneath the table. "Fuck."

You rolled your eyes, pulling his hands from the constraints of your thighs. "Friends don't do that sort of thing."

Friends.

Friends don't think about friends when they are trying to climax. You couldn't help it though, he was the reason your cunt was drenched and another pair of your panties practically ruined.

Your fingers circled your clit feverishly, feeling your stomach tighten as you tried to get closer and closer to your orgasm. Your eyes closed as you threw your head back, desperately trying to grasp onto that feeling.

Unknown to you, Aegon was standing in your doorway. You had been so lost in trying to reach your orgasm, that you hadn't even opened your eyes. You were too busy trying to picture him between your legs, pretend it was his thick fingers pushing into your clit.

You knew what you needed to do to get you closer to the edge but you bit on your lip, not allowing his name to slip from your tongue.

At this point you felt over stimulated, when you finally felt on the brink of pleasure. The feeling was just too much for you to handle as you stopped, huffing in frustration.

"Fuck," you hissed, ripping your hand away from your body.

"Need help," Aegon said, making his presence known as he strolled into the room.

"Gods, Aegon," you screeched, throwing your covers over yourself. "Get out."

"What?" He chuckled, making his way over.

"Have you been standing there the whole time?" You were completely flushed, glaring at him in hopes he would leave.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're constantly flirting with me since you got here and then brushing me off as soon as something happens," he huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That doesn't take away from the fact you were literally perving on me from my door way."

"As if you weren't thinking about me while you were trying to get off."

"Oh because I want to fuck you so badly, don't I?"

"What is so wrong with that?" Aegon questioned, furrowing his brows at you.

"I don't want to fuck a man whore that has a new girl stumbling out of his room each morning," you admitted, feeling the taste of jealousy on the edge of your tongue as you thought about it.

"Jealous, are you?" Aegon teased, taking a step closer to you now. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out towards you sheets as he brushed against your skin. "Just let me help you."

For some reason with him being so close your defences were slipping as was the sheets he withdrew from your body.

His eyes widened at the sight of you, hands prying your legs open to get a good look at your soaked folds. "Fuck, your pussy is so pretty," he drooled, moving between your legs. His fingers slid against folds, being coated instantly by your slick. He looked up at you, a smirk sitting on his lips. "Is this all because of me?"

"Yes," your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard you clearly enough.

"Want me to touch you?" Aegon's hands wrapped around the back of your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders.

You nodded eagerly, eyes pleading him with desperation. "Please."

"You'll have to try a bit harder than that." Aegon was taunting you, finally getting you where he wanted but not bothering to touch you. Instead he spat on your folds, watching his saliva slide along your cunt as you gasped. His fingers slapped against your clit, hitting in a harsh manner that had you squirming underneath him.

"Please just touch me," you begged, feeling yourself growing wetter from the mere sight of him between your legs.

"This is what you like isn't it?" Aegon spanked your cunt again, making your hips buck up for more. "You don't want me to be nice. You want me to make you beg for it, don't you?"

"Please do something, Aegon." You were a mess, eyes becoming glassy as you could feel him so close to you.

"Seeing as you asked so nicely." Aegon's finger rubbed against your clit, slowly at first liking the way you'd writhe underneath him.

"Fuck," you moaned, pushing your hips towards him for more friction. "More...please, I need more."

He stopped, slapping your cunt again. "Such a needy little thing," Aegon chuckled, going back to rubbing your clit at a faster pace. "Be a good girl for me now."

"I'll be a good girl," you told him, your cheeks reddening from the fact you were saying all this.

"Were you thinking about me when you were touching yourself?" Aegon asked, head reaching between your thighs. He peppered kisses along the skin of your thighs, biting and sucking as he waited for your answer.

"Yes," you mumbled out.

"Go on." He wanted you to continue, lips brushing against your cunt as he replaced his fingers with his tongue. His tongue lapped at your clit, making you moan again while his fingers slid into your entrance, curling inside of you.

"I wa-I was thinking about this," you stuttered out, hearing the squelch of your juices as Aegon pumped his fingers inside of you. "About what it would be like for you to be touching me like this. I was thinking about-" he hit a spot within you that had you gasping and throwing your head back. "-ab-about what it would be like if I just let you touch me on the couch the other day. Gods I think I'm going to cum."

It was getting closer and closer but like before it felt too much as if you were going to break from the sensation.

"Aegon, too much." You tried to push him away but he held your hips down with one hand, holding himself there.

Not for a second was Aegon letting up, only working faster to send you over the edge. You practically screamed as you came, arching your back off the bed as your walls clenched around his digits. You were gushing all over him, swimming in pleasure as he kept going.

Your chest was heaving when he finally broke from your cunt, licking up the juices that covered his lips. He hovered above you, diving in for a kiss that you couldn't help but reciprocate. You opened your mouth for him, letting him slip his tongue in and swirl it against yours.

"Let me fuck you," he groaned, resting his forehead against yours as he placed himself between your legs.

"I can't," you said, shaking your head.

"Why not?" He whispered in your ear, kissing down towards your neck.

"You know why," you told him, biting down on your lip. You pushed him away, moving to the other side of the bed. "We are supposed to be friends-"

"Friends," he shouted, standing up from the bed. "Friends don't help each other cum." Aegon stormed out of the room, leaving you with the thoughts of what he had just said.

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Love in Motion

Chapter One

Synopsis: Lydia gets a wrong number text from Lando Norris.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Next chapter: Chapter Two

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April 4, 2022

12:30pm

I sigh, turning my attention away from my organic chemistry professor to my laptop screen. I watch as the 20 best drivers in the world complete the last lap of the first race of the 2021 Formula 1 season. I just recently got into Formula 1, so I’m watching the 2021 season to get a feel for the sport. One of my best friends says the 2021 season is a great season to watch because of the fights between Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton. I silently cheer as my favourite driver, Lando Norris, finishes P4. I look up at the clock and see that it’s only 12:30. Still 35 minutes left of class, I think. I let out a little audible sigh, turning back to my laptop. I move on to watching qualifying for the first Italy grand prix of the 2021 season. I have just clicked play when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grab it and see a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown number: Did you make it home from the club okay?

Me: *One image attached* Considering I’m currently in a chemistry lecture, I think you may have been given the wrong number. I’m sorry.

I send a picture of my view of my professor, laptop, and notes to the unknown number.

Unknown number: Oh, thank you! I’m sorry for bothering you!

Unknown number: Hang on, are you watching Formula 1 while in lecture?

Me: It’s okay! Also, yes I am watching Formula 1 while in lecture. I’d rather be learning about Formula 1 than boring organic chemistry. Also, why are you texting someone about getting home from the club okay? It’s 12:30 pm?

Unknown number: It’s currently 2:30 am for me. I was attempting to text a girl I was talking to at the club, but it looks like she gave me the wrong number.

Me: Oh, that makes sense. Wait, where are you that’s 14 hours ahead of me? Also, I’m sorry about the whole wrong number thing. That really sucks. Unless she gave you the wrong number cause you’re a creep. Then you deserve it.

Unknown number: I’m currently in Melbourne, Australia. And I wasn’t being a creep! At least, I don’t think so. I hope not at least. I try my best to not be a creep.

Me: Alright, that’s good. I doubt you were being a creep. And Australia? Jeez, that’s so far from me. I’m in Minnesota, United States.

Unknown number: That's only a little far from Australia.

Me: Yeah, it’s going to be not fun to watch the F1 race this weekend, but staying up is so worth it to see the race live.

Unknown number: Big fan of the sport?

Me: Yeah, I am. I just recently got into it, so I’m watching the 2021 season to learn everything I can. I’m also attempting to watch all the qualifying and races live.

Unknown number: Oh cool. That’s got to be tiring Considering most of the races are in Europe. Waking up early every day of the weekend must suck.

Me: I mean, yeah. It kinda sucks, but it’s not too bad. I’m not waking up super early unless it’s races in places like Japan and Australia. The earliest I have to wake up is like 6 for other races. That’s not too bad though.

Unknown number: Oh, that’s not too bad then! Which team do you support?

Me: Well, there’s not a specific team I really support. If I have to choose one, it would be Ferrari, probably followed by Red Bull. I support drivers more than I support teams really.

Unknown number: Okay, then who are your top three drivers?

Me: That is a hard decision to make for 2 and 3. Lando Norris is for sure my number one driver, but I have like 5 drivers tied for second and then 5 tied for third. I made a tier list one time lol

Unknown number: Okay, so what’s the tier list then? I’m curious

Me: The people within each tier are in no particular order. So it goes 1. Norris 2. Verstappen, Leclerc, Gasly, Ricciardo, Sainz 3. Schumacher, Albon, Stroll, Vettel, Tsunoda 4. Bottas, Guanyu, Ocon, Russell, Hamilton 5. Latifi, Magnussen, Perez, Alonso

Unknown number: Hmm, interesting. So do you dislike tier 5 then?

Me: No, I don’t dislike any drivers. Unless you count past drivers *cough* Mazespin *cough* Tier 1 is my all time favourite. Tier 2 are ones I also support a bunch, but are not my all time favourite. Tier 3 are ones I support, but not much as tier 2. Tier 4 are ones I support some. Tier 5 are ones I don’t support at all.

Unknown number: That’s a funny nickname for Mazepin. But why don’t you like him?

Me: I’m not sure. I just get a weird vibe from him.

Unknown number: Interesting. But I get what you’re saying. Can I ask why Lando is your favourite? My favourite is Carlos.

Me: Sure! Lando is my favourite because of his personality, humor, and how he speaks out about mental health. I really struggle with depression and anxiety, so having such a public figure speak out about it is amazing. Also helps that he’s got the boy next door charm. That’s definitely my type lol.

Unknown number: Ahh, okay! Those are good reasons to like him! Now, I feel weird talking to a nameless person. Can I ask you what your name is?

Me: My name is Lydia. Can I ask what your name is?

Unknown number: Lydia, that’s a pretty name. My name is Luke.

Me: Nice to meet you, Luke.

I look up when I hear a commotion around me. I see that my classmates are packing their things and leaving. Wow, time really flew by talking to this stranger. I put my phone down and quickly pack my things. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head out. I feel my phone vibrate with a text again. I see that it’s Luke again.

Luke: Nice to meet you too, Lydia.

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Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen Theme: Smut (you've been warned) Charles is his flight to Australia, with Maxs 's Sports Illustrated with him. He can't help himself but get way too into the cover photo and needs to do something about it x Note: Hope you like it, thanks to @maxemilianverstappen for the idea :) I used a few more pics, hope its okay. word count: 2270+

After an uneventful start, the plane is now flying gently through the wide, open sky. There are barely any clouds around, and the sun is shining brightly.

Charles sits right at the window, wearing a pair of sweatpants, sneakers, and a plain white shirt. He's pretty nervous yet excited to finally have a Grand Prix in Australia again.

Thinking deeply, he imagines himself finally winning a race this season, which is overdue, which causes him to smile.

"Charles." A voice snaps him out of his daydream.

"Huh?" He flinches slightly, turning his head towards the sound. A young steward is standing right next to him, casually leaning against his seat.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to spook you." He says, blushing.

"It's fine." Charles chuckles and shakes his head.

"How can I help you?" He licks his lips.

"I just meant to tell you that it's going to be a long flight." The guy says, handing him a few magazines.

"Here. In case you feel like reading something." Charles smiles warmly and accepts the offer.

"Thank you. I totally will." They exchange a quick look and a shy smile before the steward leaves.

There are not too many people on this flight; most of them took an earlier flight, taking all the necessary steps in Melbourne before Charles's arrival. He leans back towards the window, thinking about the race again.

However, now something else is dominating his thoughts. The one and only Max Verstappen. Charles' eyes narrow, remembering the last couple of races. Sadly, he didn't have the opportunity to get a place on the podium, yet Max did.

They have a complicated relationship; in their earlier years, they didn't get along too well. Right now, Charles enjoys racing Max very much indeed. He sees the Dutchman as his strongest rival, the one to beat, the one to dominate on the track.

But there is something else amid their on-track rivalry. Charles can't help himself but be attracted to Max. He is attracted to his outstanding looks, his honest personality, and his superb ability with a race car.

Even though he is envious of the car Red Bull was able to build this season, he wishes Ferrari would finally step up, giving Charles a shot at the championship.

Sighing audibly, he leans his head back against the soft seat and turns his head toward the few people hustling around him. It's going to be a long flight, and even though daydreaming is fun, he needs to find something else to kill some time.

He then spots the pile of magazines resting on the table in front of him, shuffles through them, and looks for anything worth a look.

At first, the usual gossip pieces are nothing too interesting, but then he holds the new Sports Illustrated in his hands, and who's on the cover? Max Verstappen.

Taking a deep breath, Charles takes a closer look at the cover: A huge picture of Max with his typical yet intriguing smirk.

He lifts his chin slightly, his gaze drawn to Max's beautiful eyes and to his soft lips.

'He looks so fine.' Charles thinks to himself, and his eyes get stuck on the playful smirk.

He knows this exact smirk just too well. It's the way Max would look when he was totally in control. Every time they'd talk about Max's outstanding performance in qualifying, his race win, or simply when he would tease Charles.

He remembers the last time they met in the paddock after the race. Max told him that he should kick Ferrari's asses to get upgrades so Charles could compete with him. The smirk popped up when he leaned in closer to whisper something into his ear.

"I want to have you at the front, so I can beat you on track." He remembers the way his voice sounded so rough—just so hot—and how Max's eyes wandered down his body, seemingly undressing him with his mind before their eyes met again.

"That's much more fun." Max's breath against his neck gave him goosebumps.

Charles relives this moment—the way his body reacted to the hot breath on his skin, the way his heart started racing—imagining finally competing against Max for the win, to finally beat him again, to show him what he has to offer.

He's remembering the last time he beat him during the Austrian Grand Prix last season. Remembering how good it felt to finally be on top, but most importantly, to be in front of Max.

When he sprayed him from behind, he felt his whole body react to it. Knowing it was his rival made this even better.

At that point, he couldn't hide his excitement anymore, and a coy bulge formed inside his red racing suit—all of this felt so good, earned, and made him hard.

Charles smirks with his eyes closed and dwells in that moment for as long as possible.

He opens his eyes and notices his hand firmly rubbing his length through his red sweatpants, subconsciously. His face instantly turns bright red, and he looks around, checking if anyone caught him. No one even pays too much attention to him; all of them are quite busy themselves.

Charles' eyes wander back to the cover, and the look in Max's eyes draws him right into it again. Taking several deep breaths, he feels himself getting harder with every second, unable to keep his hand from touching himself. There is nothing to distract him from these thoughts now.

"Fuck." A low, quiet moan escapes his lips when he grabs himself firmly. There is a visible tent forming in his tight pants, his nipples are piercing through the thin fabric of his shirt, and all of his muscles are testing the limits of all of his clothes.

"Now?" He bites his lips before a louder moan leaves his mouth, and he basically jumps off the seat, the magazine firmly in his hands.

This, however, gets the attention of the steward again, so Charles uses the magazine to cover his bulge from prying eyes.

"Is everything alright?" He says, taking a closer step toward Charles, whos now blushing heavily.

"Yeaaah." His voice breaks, and he coughs, trying to cover the huskiness in his voice. "I just want to go to the bathroom." He nods and feels his face heat up rapidly.

This should work, shouldn't it?

The steward tilts his head before a polite smile forms on his lips.

"Oh, okay." He says, making some room for Charles to go through the plane. Charles makes his way through the plane and right toward the bathroom. Nervously, he passes most of the staff and his team, feeling their eyes all over him.

Do they know? They must know! His pants are barely able to hide his length at any time, but now it must be super obvious. 'Just stay calm,' he mutters under his breath once he reaches the unlocked door.

Anyway, he opens the bathroom door, rushes inside, and closes it behind him. Instantly, he leans against the cold door, letting out a low, guttural grunt.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He groans under his breath, one of his hands instantly grabbing himself again. His desire is imprinting through the pants, and touching himself makes it even worse—his member is still growing, and he feels him pulsating slowly.

Charles takes a few steps into the room, standing in front of the mirror. He's panting slightly, unable to catch his breath while feeling himself bulge harder and harder.

Leaning his head back, he holds back a moan, before looking back at the cause of this predicament, Max's cover. Breathlessly, he sits down on the toilet seat, one hand holding the magazine and the other now stroking his chest through his shirt. His muscles are so tight that his entire body is stiffening.

"This is fucking insane." He thinks, playing with his erect nipple for a second, before returning his attention back to his crotch.

"Are you going to do something about that, or are you just going to sit there?" He can hear Max's voice inside his head.

Gnashing his teeth, he grabs himself firmly once more. "Fuck off." Charles grunts, closing his eyes for just a second, trying his best to push these thoughts away, to calm down, and return to his seat.

"We both know this ain't going to work." He hears his voice again, and when he opens his eyes, he can see him standing in the corner of this room. Max is wearing that dark blue racing suit with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and the exact same smirk forms on his lips.

Charles's eyes wander all over Max's well-formed body before he turns his face away.

"What do you expect me to do?" Charles says angrily before lowering his voice when he hears someone walking around outside the room.

"There is only one way." Max shrugs, exposing his broad shoulders and chest, filling that suit completely. "Jerk off."

Charles rolls his eyes. "You'd love that." He scoffs, but when Max's eyes just wander to Charles' hand, still rubbing against his ever-growing desire, he lets out a low groan again. His body starts to heat up quickly, and he starts to sweat.

He knows Max is right; it's the only way to release this pressure slowly building up in his body.

Slightly pissed off, he lets the magazine drop to the floor, so both of his hands are free. Charles starts to stroke himself again, one hand on his chest, the other sliding inside his pants, touching himself through his briefs now.

"Very good." Max keeps smirking, raising his head to look down at Charles, who's now breathing heavily.

"Shut up." He growls, but at the same time, he cannot help himself but get even more turned on by Max's behavior.

After a few more strokes, he lets his sweat pants drop down to his ankles, exposing his length stretching his underwear.

"Nice." Max nods approvingly, but this angers Charles even more.

"Stop enjoying this." He says, a quick smile escaping his lips before his face turns hard again. This causes Max to lick his lips, still looking at Charles with that mischievous smirk across his face.

"What are you waiting for?" He hears his rough voice now echo through his mind as he grabs himself, moving his hand rhythmically.

Charles would never admit it, but he is enjoying himself as well now, and his body is giving it all away. Even though he is slightly agitated, all of him is reacting to his firm strokes, movements, and the heat all around him.

Feeling himself getting more and more into it, he gets up, uncaps the toilet seat, removes his underwear, and sits back down again. He can't stain any of his clothes, not here or now.

All of his muscles are now bulging harshly, with his chest, nipples, and abs being firm due to all this pressure. Charles keeps on stroking his chest while his other hand is moving up and down his length, edging him on and on.

"I could do that better." Max says suddenly, standing now right in front of him, his eyes locking with Charles' once he glances up.

"Want me to help?" He smirks. Holding back a deep growl, Charles licks his lips, unable to speak without moaning loudly. It feels like Max is actually in this bathroom right now. His presence, the faint scent of his cologne, and the sound of his rough voice fill the air all around him.

"I don't need your help." He grunts, but the thought of Max's hand on him intoxicates his mind.

Charles feels hands on his shoulder, on his thighs, and on his back, gently stroking him and encouraging him to keep going.

Somehow, Max knows all of his sensitive spots. He draws circles across Charles' chest, encompassing his abs and nipples with his fingertip through the shirt, before stroking his treasure trail.

"I could do it better, see?" Max's smirk grows larger as he leans in even closer.

Charles stops for a second, needing all of his strength to hold back a dozen moans and groans, trying to escape his throat.

"Like that, do you?" Max growls, his face now right in front of Charles'.

"Do it faster and harder, Charles." He demands, and Charles reacts instantly.

Many different thoughts rush through his mind. On the one hand, he feels humiliated to let Max speak to him like that; on the other hand, something inside him loves all of this.

He intensifies the grip around his member and moves it even faster.

"Al..al…almost". A rough, guttural moan escapes his throat. This causes Max to chuckle.

"Even harder, Charles." He says it breathlessly, almost moaning. Instinctively, Charles follows Max's lead and jerks off harder. He thrusts into his hand a couple of times, waves of pain and pleasure rushing through every fiber of his being.

"Fuuuck." Charles groans, and with that, his body goes stiff and rigid, the tension getting too overwhelming, right before he finally cums.

Unable to move for a second, he feels all of that pressure leave his body, and with a voiceless scream, his body slowly relaxes. Once or twice, he cums over and over again, luckily not on his clothes.

He raises his hand, stroking his own neck and running his fingers through his beard.

"Very good," Max says, but when Charles lifts his head, there is no one in sight.

He touches himself gently, slowly catching his breath, when he sees the magazine lying on the floor and that picture of Max smirking and watching him closely.

"That dumb smirk." He chuckles and cleans himself up before getting dressed again. His dick is still slightly bigger, and anyone could tell, but right now, he doesn't care anymore.

Standing in front of the mirror, he fixes his hair before looking for some deodorant lying around. Charles uses it across his whole body, trying to cover up the sweat and other scents. Satisfied, he touches himself once more, straightening his trousers, before picking up the magazine and returning to his seat.

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