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scrollonso · 21 days

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First Kiss (Race 9)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.1k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {I love that picture of lance,, he looks so cute mwah}

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Lance was so excited, he hadn't been back to Canada in so long it felt great to be back.

Lance got to the paddock with his dad, feeling like a little kid again as he walked next to him, it felt great outside. He was in a short sleeved Racing Point shirt, his hair having more body than usual as he walked and talked with his dad

"Are you confident in the car? I know this seasons been tough on you but we're always trying to improve the car for you and Nico."

"I am, Dad, I'm not sure what keeps going wrong. Maybe I'm not good enough yet?"

"Don't say that, Lance, I know you're good enough, it just takes some getting used to."

Lance nodded, his dad was probably right but he knew how people felt about him and with how he's performing he couldn't help but doubt himself. He just hoped that he'd at least finish his home race.

Qualifying came and went, he was embarrassed to see how he'd done. His mind hadn't been wandering like at the last Grand Prix so there was no reason for him to qualify 17th while Nico qualified 6th.

"I'm sorry" He said on the radio, Brad quick to tell him it was okay and they'd do better tomorrow, Lance was determined to do better tomorrow, he had to do decently considering the fact that now there were two Canadians on the grid so the crowd was practically split in half.

Lance hoped Brad was right, he was sick of feeling like he was letting his team down.

Fernando came over as usual to greet Lance, having qualified on pole (also as usual).

Lance was happy to see him, he was glad the Spaniard wasn't as busy as in England, he wondered if he would've done better had he not seemingly avoided him all weekend.

"Lancito! Is home race time" He sounded more excited than Lance, wrapping an arm around the taller boys shoulder

"You already had your home race, Nando" Lance teased, smiling down at the Spaniard

"Ay, we are friends no?" He asked, Lance nodding to confirm they were in fact friends "Exactly! Any home of a friends is a home of mine"

He rolled his eyes, trying to hold back a smile at the comment, he liked thinking about how him and Fernando were friends, being casually close like this made Lance's heart flutter. He adored being friends with the World Champion.

Lance was the first one to look for Fernando on the paddock the next day, finding him in the middle of an interview.

He tried to stay quiet as he crept up behind him, putting his finger to his lips to tell the interviewer to not say anything.

"...Si, the car is spectacular, little problems here and there but our engineers are always quick to fix all errors."

"Of course, now, let's ask the questions the fans really want to hear. Fernando, people are still wondering about you and the Racing Point driver, Lance Stroll's, relationship, anything to comment?"

"I adore Lance, we spend a lot of time together and he's truly brilliant, he'd be one of the best on the grid if he just had a car that could showcase his talent"

Lance couldn't help but smile, face flushing pink as he heard how the older man was praising him

"No need to flatter me, Nando" Lance laughed, speaking up and moving to stand next to Fernando

"Mi sol, when did you get here?" Fernando's face lit up, quick to pull the boy closer as he forced him into the interview, neither of them noticed how the womans face changed after hearing such an affectionate nickname be used so openly between the two drivers.

"I was gonna scare you but you were talking so nicely I felt bad" Lance smiled at Fernando, completely forgetting they were being filmed and the World Champion was in the middle of an interview.

"So mature, Lancito" Fernando rolled his eyes, not surprised at the boys actions

"I know, right?" Lance nodded, finally looking away from Fernando and to the interviewer "Right, I'll let you finish. Don't talk about me too much" Lance teased Fernando then nodded to the woman behind the camera and headed back to his garage, glad he wasn't the one being interviewed this time.

The race came and went, Lance managed to make up a good bit of places but just barely missed points, finishing in 12th.

He knew no one was upset with the outcome because anything is better than a DNF but not getting points at his home race hurt more than not finishing another race.

Fernando ended up winning, obviously, and Lance figured because "any home of a friends is a home of his" he should go watch the older man on the podium at his "home race."

Fernando had grown accustomed to seeing the Canadian under him while he was on the podium, knowing he was there managed to make the celebration better. Any time Lance was around he made everything better for Fernando, as if just his presence brought luck to the Spaniard.

As the Spanish anthem played he couldn't help but look down at Lance, smiling softly as the boy gazed up at him. The camera then cut to Lance, broadcasting the shared looks between the drivers for the whole world to see, it really is great to see drivers have such great sportsmanship.

Like clockwork Fernando made his way to Lance afterwards, pulling him into his arms "You did so good today, Lancito" He praised, proud of the rookie even if he didn't score points.

"You literally won, Nando" Lance laughed, pulling back to look at the World Champion

"I stayed in first basically the whole race, your overtakes were brilliant, mi sol" He gushed, having asked his engineer throughout the race to update him on the boys spot, as if Lance was a threat to him.

"Thank you, Nando, you're too kind."

"Do you want to go out with me?" The Spaniard asked suddenly, Lance becoming visibily shocked at the question

"Go out with you?"

"Si, you are hungry, no?" Fernando seemed confused, unsure why the rookie was so surprised at the suggestion, he literally flew almost a whole day to Australia to spend a week with him (and Mark)

"God, Nando, I really need to teach you how to word things better" He smiled, wrapping an arm around Fernandos shoulder "Let me treat you to dinner, race winner"

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capricioussun · 10 months

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The sillies <3

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#there’s one w/ two more I’ll update w/ when I can <3 #hopefully.#:*)#snow and hail #papyrus #underfell #undertale #horrortale #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #undertale papyrus #horrortale papyrus #ut rus #uf edge #us stretch #ht dove

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asaintellee · 3 months

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warm up hollowking

#identity v #idv fanart #fanart #idv orpheus #orpheus #identity v fanart #mattpheus #idv #idv puppeteer #idv matthias #g/t #chess player x chess piece #idv hollow #i think I'm getting better at drawing these two #hopefully.

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sualne · 4 months

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crocodad mention got me looking at concept arts/planning and these notes for arc7 got me cackling

#described in alt text #crocodad au #i will try to power through the horrors to work on the mini arc #with everything going on it doesn't feel right to work on it but once im done with the prologue and betrayal comic it should be fine.#hopefully.

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iicomet · 6 months

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(pre-reincarnation!chung myung & reader)

(In which you meet him for several times.)

The first time you met him, you remember thinking one thing.

‘What a small child.’

Cold autumn air pricks at your skin, puffs of condensed air surrounding your lips, your warmth sourced from the bundles of scarves you had wrapped around yourself. Curious eyes watched the wrapped child being held in your elder’s arms; small hands, already so beaten and bruised at a young age, held back the temptation to hold him and fascinate in awe over the smaller being.

Despite being one of the older children, bearing witness to the numerous people who had joined the sect, you were still so fascinated at the younger ones being brought in. Even as you grew up in the walls of the esteemed sect, hearing people come and go through the wide doors, red painted wood opening and closing with a loud creak— You always seemed to miss the exact moment of their entry and departure, always so caught up in the swings of your wooden sword; each swing harsher than the rest, each stroke softer than before. Gaze boring into the tip of the blunt weapon as if it had wronged your entire bloodline; your mind dazed as you watched your own body be controlled by the memories of a practiced dance, over and over again. It was like you only had eyes for the sword, and nothing else.

Yet this time, you caught a sight of something else for the first time.

And that just so happens to be the first time you met that child, on October 10. Blue skies tinted with a yellowish hue, the clouds passing through the gates of the sect, watching the newest addition to the family you had grown to love over the years. Hiding above the tall pink trees that decorated the grounds, you didn’t dare to reveal yourself despite the waging curiosity and interest in your heart.

Perhaps you were afraid of dealing with a younger child, afraid of hearing it cry so suddenly in your presence; or perhaps you were afraid of being found by your seniors for slacking off, the height of your rebellious stage beginning to peek through the cracks of your innocent exterior despite being years away from reaching the peak of your adolescent adventures. They had always said that the quieter ones were the most unexpected ones, after all.

So, you continued to watch from afar, the scent of plum blossoms beginning to feel overwhelming as you surrounded yourself in it, drowning your shadows in a pink sea.

–

The second time you had met him, it was when you were assigned to take care of him, when he could barely even walk. You had wondered what kind of person he will grow into, holding chubby little hands in your bigger ones, squishing the flesh with an amused smile. He was so weak, so defenseless. Even though you were the same, merely a few years difference between the both of you, you still felt a sense of protectiveness over the boy, wanting to shield him from the harm the world could ever bring him.

At that moment, you allowed a promise to be made, to swear by a self-inflicted oath to protect the child before you. Why would you do something for someone you had just met? A child, whose only life was behind the guarded walls of the sect and surrounded with the warmth of a family, had no idea how valuable a life was.

Even so, you gave yours to him.

You gave yours to them.

A sudden tight pinch alerts you from your thoughts, flinching slightly from the death grip this child has. You tried prying off your fingers, fearing it might break, but his grip was too strong, and you didn’t want to hurt the child.

You sighed. You were never expecting a younger child to have such a monstrocious grip strength.

Maybe, you didn’t need to protect him after all. Maybe, this child was someone who might be the one to protect you in the future, instead.

You chuckled.

As if.

Even if this child grows up to be the savior of the world, you were still his senior. As his older senior, you would do your best to accompany him, so he wouldn’t be lonely. As his older senior, you had a duty to guide and protect your younger sect members. Just like how your seniors did to you, and just like how their seniors did to them.

You were his senior. You had a duty to fulfill.

–

The one hundred sixty-eighth time you had met him, he was running from his sect brother. You, who remained diligent in your training, bumped into him after a long time. Or, well, he bumped into you, causing the little findings in his hands to drop and spill onto the ground.

“Ah– There you are.”

You picked him up like a stray cat, his expression morphing from a mischievous glee to a nervous smile. He still greeted you as always, his voice abnormally innocent and kind. Cheeky little one, you bemused. As an expert is able to discern an amateur's lies, you weren’t a fool to trust his facade, having experienced the same scene that played before them over and over again while still in their youth.

It was like you could hear the sighs of your fellow sect members, shaking their heads as they hear you speak like an elder despite your young age. They would joke that perhaps an older spirit had possessed your body, causing you to act like a matured grandpa whilst adorning a teenage face. You, in turn would just solemnly nod and bemoan out loud whenever it rains, complaining about your aching knees and tired back to run from training. At first, it would work, but people soon stopped believing your act of compliance towards their jokes and forced you to return to sword swingings. What a pity.

Of course, as the kind and mature senior you were, you were about to give him advice on how to act better and let him off if he were to share with you his findings, but was unfortunately disrupted by the voice of another sect brother who came running towards the both of you, obviously exhausted. You pitied him, for a moment, deciding to continue your mask as the reliable senior instead.

To be honest, you pitied yourself more; for losing the opportunity to share a drink underneath the moonlight with your fellow disciples.

You smiled at him as he spoke words that flew from one ear to another, your mind too occupied with the devastating fates that separated you and your beloved wine. Disappointment leaks through your expression, causing your juniors to freeze.

Chung Myung-ah, you should’ve ran faster.

Placing him down, you acted as nonchalant as possible, seeing another opportunity to grab and pick up the bottles, leaving the both of them behind. You silently applauded yourself for the genius idea that appeared in your mind in the spur of the moment as you walked away, promising yourself to pay your junior back for giving you such a wonderful chance.

–

The five hundred and twelfth time you had met him, he was working hard in the training grounds you once found yourself in nearly every day, taking your place in his diligent training. You were merely passing through, taking a break from your own practices when your eyes caught the familiar tuff of black hair, standing amidst the neatly arranged crowd of disciples. Wooden sword in his hand, it reminds you of the ones you broke countless times during your past, before you were sentenced to cleaning the halls because of one too many losses.

It’s not your fault the wooden sword couldn’t handle your strength, you thought, pouting slightly as you mopped the floors clean. Unfortunately for you, the elders thought otherwise. Maybe that’s why they had you banned from using the wooden swords for a short period of time, and why they decided to exclude you from the practices right now.

…No, that’s not it. You were clearly just slacking off by telling your instructor that you had to grab the specialized sword that the sect elders made for you just to stop you from continuing to cause any more losses to their savings. Obviously, you did grab it, but you just went for the longer route to go back to your training. If they asked, you would just blame it on your weak knees.

Your attention returned to the shouts of your junior brothers as they swung their swords, eyes filled with determination to perform the best in their group. You smiled, watching the younger ones repeat the same dance you had forced yourself to do a few years back, the same fire burning their limbs underneath the sun after hours and hours of non-stop swinging.

As you walked away, footsteps softly resounding across the cobblestone pathway, the already quiet paddings underneath your feet deafened by the passionate yells from your juniors, you wondered how long it would take for him to grow stronger and become like you.

You silently hoped that it would never come.

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The five hundred twentieth time you had met him, it was night. The moon shone above the both of you, the birds long returned to their homes and quietly entered their slumber, just like everyone else in the sect. So, why were the both of you staring at each other wide-eyed, hands holding something the both of you shouldn’t be holding?

A look of recognition was passed between the two, a silent nod and approval of each other’s action. Who would’ve thought that the senior that everyone thought was a stickler for rules was such a troublemaker? Who would’ve thought that the growing prodigy in the sect was such a troublemaker? (The latter was quite a known case, but the former was still quite a surprise to those who were not of the same generation. What a well-kept secret, indeed.)

Before the two could even do anything, a sudden flicker of light appeared from a corner, causing them to bolt into different directions, the shouts of an elder close behind them. The younger one, who was nearly caught, found himself being grabbed by the back of his neck and pulled towards a secluded place, where another senior looked at him in surprise.

Three of them stayed quiet behind the walls, their breathing soft and quiet despite the harsh beatings in their heart, the bottles in their hands nearly breaking from the sheer pressure. The seconds felt like years, the stress from being caught causing them to age several years, but it was by luck that the elder was too tired to look closer. Perhaps if he did, he would catch three delinquents with one too many bottles of wine in their possessions, staring right back at him.

‘Maybe this is why senior was always complaining about having grey hair,’ Chung Myung thought.

A soft sigh escapes your lips, the feeling of relief flooding your veins as you slowly slide down the walls and sit on the floor. Nervous hearts pounded with blood, before the adrenaline rush dies down and you find yourself chuckling, giggling softly at the excitement this brings.

It’s true when they said that laughter was contagious, for the small corner was soon filled with childish sniggerings, three unruly disciples enjoying the stolen fruits of their labor in the night together. Underneath the moonlit gleam, you shared a drink with your fellow disciples, raising your glass high in the air, cheeks red from both the alcohol and joy.

#its fluff (finally!!!)#hopefully.#return of the blossoming blade #return of the mount hua sect #rotbb #x reader #return of the mount hua sect x reader #cheong myeong #chung myung #cheongmyeong #chung myung x reader #chungmyung #gn reader #cheong myeong x reader #return of mount hua #return of the blossoming blade x reader #would've continued it but it was getting too long/losing motivation and i might accidentally turn it into angst (AGAIN..!!)#platonic relationship intended!!#another throw back to my first fic lol #whos the extra person in the last scene i wonder #(theyre totally not related to senior reader lore...)#senior of mount hua #it does get reader centric at one point im sorry i swear i'll write cm centric in the next #maybe i'll continue this in the future because theres a very very big gap in between that im not too satisfied with.....#talking about the jump from second to hundred smth and more #the pacing is not pacing

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kakusu-shipping · 4 months

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Agere List

To me Carer/Regressor dynamics are different than your typical Romantic/Platonic/Familial type of realationships, so I've decided to make a separate list for F/Os who are my Caregivers, or who I Caregive for.

This is very different from a headcanon list of characters who I think are Caregivers/Regressors, this is characters I personally have this relationship with. I am also only a Caregiver in a Fictional space, and cannot CG a real regressor in the real world.

Thankyou for your attention, list below the cut.

Caregivers

Alder - Pokemon BW - Grandpa

Darmanitan - Pokemon BW - Babysitter

Whimsicott - Pokemon BW - Babysitter

Maractus - Pokemon BW - Big Sister

Molayne - Pokemon SuMo - Big Brother

Hassel - Pokemon SV - Daddy

Salvatore - Pokemon SV - Trainer

Stoutland - Pokemon BW2 - Companion

Chesnaught - Pokemon XY - Knight

Bloodmoon Ursaluna - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Daddy/Yandere

Beware - Pokemon Anime - Mommy

Doctor Mario - Super Mario Series - Doctor/Yandere

Craig Cuttlefish - Splatoon - Grandpa

Callie + Marie - Splatoon - Big Sisters

C.Q. Cumber - Splatoon 2 - Boss/Yandere

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3 - Boss/Papa

Papyrus - Undertale - Babysitter

Chara - Undertale - Chaotic/Babysitter

Swatchlings - Deltarune - Butlers

Gaster - Deltarune - Father/Eldritch

Enderman - Minecraft - Companion

Winston - Overwatch - Teacher

Moira O'Deorain - Overwatch - Doctor/Babysitter

Siebren de Kuiper (Sigma) - Overwatch - Grandpa

Sombra - Overwatch - Big Sister

Maugaloa Malosi - Overwatch - Chaotic/Big Brother

Teruteru Hanamura - Danganronpa 2 - Babysitter

Genocide Syo/Jack/Jill - Danganronpa UDG - Chaotic/Yandere

Shirokuma - Danganronpa UDG - Daddy/Yandere

Toy Freddy - Five Nights at Freddy's - Big Brother

Nightmare Fredbear - Five nights at Freddy's - Babysitter

Huggy Wuggy - Poppy Playtime - Guardian

Mommy Long Legs - Poppy Playtime - Mommy

Wally Darling - Welcome Home - Yandere/Neighbor

The Doctor - Little Nightmares - Doctor

Morgo - Little Misfortune - Eldritch/Yandere

Anna (The Huntress) - Dead by Daylight - Mommy/Yandere

Chzo - Chzo Mythos - Eldritch/Father

Kyle + Brett - Drive Time Radio - Chaotic/Eldritch

The Narrator - Stanley Parable - Eldritch/Guardian

Micheal Bleak - Wayward Children - Guardian (former)

Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children - Guardian

Aziraphale - Good Omens - Guardian/Knight

Crowley - Good Omens - Chaotic/Guardian

Edgar + Alan + Poe - Ruby Gloom - Babysitters

Scardy Bat - Ruby Gloom - Big Brother

Beetlejuice - Beetlejuice the Animated Series - Chaotic/Papa

Mashirao Ojiro - My Hero Academia - Babysitter

Mei Hatsume - My Hero Academia - Chaotic/Big Sister

Pantherlily - Fairy Tail - Knight/Papa

Watanuki + Domeki - xxxHolic - Daddies

Chieko - Princess Jellyfish - Mother

Mayaya - Princess Jellyfish - Chaotic/Big Sister

Muta - The Cat Returns - Companion

Baron Humbert Gon Gikkingen - The Cat Returns - Royal/Babysitter

The Storyteller - OC - Eldritch/Guardian

Regressors

Cyrus - Pokemon Platinum - Permaregressed

Arven - Pokemon SV - Kid

Giacomo - Pokemon SV - Involuntary/Toddler

Saguaro - Pokemon SV - Dreamer/Baby

Hydreigon - Pokemon BW2 - Trauma/New Born/Baby

Smeargle - Monster Mind - Dreamer/Puppy

Princess Peach - Super Mario Series - Baby/Princess

Genji Shimada - Overwatch - Dreamer/Kid

Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) - Overwatch - Trauma/Baby

Toko Fukawa - Danganronpa 1 - Involuntary/Baby

Celestia Ludenburg - Danganronpa 1 - Dreamer/Gothic/Kid

Kyle Klim (K) - Virtue's Last Reward - Kid

Kazuaki Nanaki - Hatoful Boyfriend - Dreamer/Baby

Hitori Uzune - Hatoful Boyfriend - Trauma/Involuntary/Toddler

The Little King - Hatoful Boyfriend - Baby/Toddler/Prince

P03 - Inscryption - Involuntary/Bratty/Baby

Mae Browski - Night in the Woods - Dreamer/Toddler

Lapis Lazuli - Steven Universe - Trauma/Ageless

Nezu - My Hero Academia - Trauma/Involuntary

Tomura Shigiraki - My Hero Academia - Newborn/Baby

Dabi - My Hero Academia - Involuntary/Bratty/Kid

Himiko Toga - My Hero Academia - Dreamer/Toddler

Jin Bubaigawa (Twice) - My Hero Academia - Trauma/Toddler/Kid

Toma E. Fiore - Fairy Tail - Involuntary/Prince

Tamaki Souh - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Involuntary/Prince

Takashi Morinozuka - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Baby

Makoto Katai - Komi Can't Communicate - Baby

Micheal Myers - Halloween - Permaregressed/Evil/Kid

Jason Voorhees - Friday the 13th - Trauma/Baby

Brahms Heelshire - The Boy - Permaregressed/Toddler/Kid

Beetlejuice - Beetlejuice the Musical - Spooky/Horror/Baby

Playmates

N - Pokemon BW - Permaregressed/Baby/Toddler

Jacq - Pokemon SV - Dreamer/Big Brother

Miriam - Pokemon SV - Dreamer/Nurse

Kieran - Pokemon SV - Evil/Pokemon

Gooigi - Super Mario Series - Big Sister

Kirby - Kirby series - Toddler/Big Brother

Flowey - Undertale - Trauma/Big Brother

Vulkin - Undertale - Pet

Ralsei - Deltarune - Prince/Big Brother

Viktor Humphries - Slime Rancher - Kid

Pheonix Wright - Ace Attorney - Involuntary/Teen

Monokuma - Danganronpa - Dreamer/Object

Kazuichi Soda - Danganronpa 2 - Involuntary/Toddler

Moon - FNaF Help Wanted 2 - Baby/Toddler (former)

Kissy Missy - Poppy Playtime - Trauma/Kid

Boxy Boo - Poppy Playtime - Permaregressed/Object

CatNap - Poppy Playtime - Trauma/Cat

Grendan Highforge - Drawtectives - Dreamer/Old Dog

Rosé - Drawtectives - Pre-Teen

York - Drawtectives - Dreamer/Little Brother

Muriel - Good Omens - New Born/Ageless

Frank + Len - Ruby Gloom - Teen/Toddler

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Toddler/Little Brother

Banba - Princess Jellyfish - Hyperfixation/Kid

#Age Regression #Proship Selfship #Proselfship #Proship Agere #Oh that's probably a tag that's not used a lot kfdgjfdk #Selfship Agere #Agere Selfship #Crush list coming soon #I have a LOT more Regression headcanons than this btw #I cannot stress enough this is NOT a list of characters I Headcanon as CGs/Regressors #It's just guys I have connections to.. as a CG/Regressor #In fiction #PLEASE ask about the dynamics btw #I didn't want the post to get long sense it's a LIST so I just #Gave everyone a basic type/age-ish range next to their names #There is a lot more to a lot of the dynamics #Anyway.#Thankyou very much for reading and everyone who voted telling me I should make this list #Hopefully.

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