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Fic Rec List - Fics with 500 Kudos or Less!

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like we're the last people on earth by @pessimisticidealist | Lando/George | T | 17.6K

Lando joins Mercedes alongside George Russell for the 2026 season. George expects it to go poorly, incredibly so. And he's correct. The characterizations in this one are clear and feel very real, the tangled emotions and the potential catastrophes falling slowly into something terrible and wonderful and complex. Alex's involvement in the whole ordeal turns it into a wonderful exploration of the 2019 rookies.

Lewis was right, ultimately, George thinks; his only consolation is that it isn’t Alex who he’s going to destroy, who’s going to destroy him. Maybe Lando is a little more oblivious, but — no, no, he knows they will consume each other and themselves, if not this year then next, if not the next then not long after. Nico still floats around the paddock on race weekends like a lost moon, still interviews Lewis with longing heavy in his voice. Lewis speaks to him like he would any other reporter. George doesn’t want to do that to Lando, either. He doesn’t want Lando to do that to him. “Thrilled, of course, Lando’s a good mate,” he tells the press, with vacant eyes and a fixed smile. “No one deserves the Merc drive more than him.”

plant new seeds in the melody by @lellabella | Lando/Oscar | T | 20k

In this magical realism AU, Lando and Oscar are both still McLaren drivers, with one small twist: they both have powers. The worldbuilding in this fic was exceptional: vivid and so well developed, I could picture it all unfolding before my eyes. Both Lando and Oscar's powers fit them so well, and I love how the author carefully built the development of their relationship around them becoming more comfortable with each other's abilities. Despite all powers, though, they are still so very Lando and Oscar at the core of this fic, and I loved the characterisation and writing so much.

But now that Lando is the senior driver, he's supposed to be the one who handles his feelings with maturity, not hopelessly crushing on a younger rookie. This isn't ogling handsome Carlos from afar; he wants to wrap Oscar in a blanket and make him hot chocolate and know that he's okay. He wants to see Oscar smile not just because it's pretty but because he genuinely cares about his happiness. That part is new.

nsfw: live in five by @danifesting | Daniel/Max | E | 25k

Daniel discovers Max's Twitch stream and quickly becomes obsessed with them. This fic explores Max and Daniel getting to know each other and learn each other. I really liked the Max characterisation in this. Very direct but also very open to learn. One of my favourite parts is the mod group chat and how it serves as extra information for the reader, set's the tone nicely and helps you understand the overal context of Max and Daniel.

“I should probably explain my different set-up. This is not permanent. I will be back to my normal room at home in two weeks but for now, I am visiting my boyfriend.” electricsld: oh! a boyfriend! andpussycats: say more max dr3rd: yeah maxy, say more “Well, he is very sweet and he does not mind that I need to stream while I visit him. We live in different places, so we, of course, do not get to see each other very often, but it has been very nice to visit.” dr3rd: is he handsome? Max wants to roll their eyes at Daniel fishing for compliments but they contain themself. “Yes, very handsome. So handsome I cannot believe he picked me.”

I Know Your Name (But Not Who You Are) by @wanderingblindly | Charles/Max | T | 7.7k

Charles isn't in Monaco anymore, instead, now he's in Arizona. He's suffered loss at the hands of racing. Max turns up unexpectedly. Great fic if you want to cry and sob and scream into your pillow at 2 am! Amazing writing that just makes you want to lie in bed and contemplate life :) this is such an underrated fic!

There’s not another soul in the desert, just the brief rustle of an autumnal breeze ghosting along the loose earth. But behind Charles’s eyelids, in the space between him and the world above, it’s them. It hasn’t been them in a long time, he hasn’t let himself think of it. He isn’t running from anything, fluttering from city to city, crossing oceans he never touched as a boy. He’s searching, maybe, for a place where the wind can blow it all away. The sun feels warm as he raises his arm, fingers outstretched as he tries to hold that boundless blue in his palm.

nsfw: Everybody Wants to Rule the World by @kaytheologiearchive | Nico/Sebastian | E | 23k

It's 2022, Sebastian is driving for Aston Martin when their new team principal is announced – Nico Rosberg. The author said it best herself – this fic is all about "the absolute fantasy of being the villains favourite girl". And Nico makes a lovely villain, snarky and a bit pretentious but with the ability to back up his words and make his promises reality. I especially love Seb's character arc, starting with 2022!Seb, reluctantly forced to accept that his world champion days are over, to then finding his spark again under Nicos guidance and returning back to his charming, selfish, index-finger-in-the-air ways. Really they are both absolute assholes in this but thats what makes them perfect for each other.

“I’m here for the same reason you are,” he says, megawatt smile back on his face. “To win you a title.”Seb sits back in his seat, grinning bitterly. “Don’t let Stroll hear you say that. The only reason he bought this team is to try to get a title for his son. I’m just here to play mentor until they build us a car one of us can win with, and then he’ll turn me loose.” He doesn’t add, just like Ferrari did. He doesn’t have to.Nico scoffs. Seb’s met so few people who actually scoff in real life. “Lance Stroll,” he says, disdain dripping around every consonant, “is never winning a title. You still could, though, and you know it. You’d have retired if you didn’t think so.” Seb opens his mouth, prepared to contradict him, and Nico silences him with a wave of his hand. “Don’t give me your go-to line about the love of the sport. You’ve only ever been here for one reason. The media might forget, you might even want them to forget, but I know what you’re really like.”“And what’s that?” Seb asks. Against his better instincts, and even though he knows Nico can’t have a single good motive for being here, he’s intrigued by whatever Nico’s about to say. Nico’s always been an enigma to him, Nico’s opinion of him doubly so.“You’re ruthless,” Nico says, almost in a whisper. “You’re brutal, and ambitious, and you’ll do whatever you have to to take everything you want.”

Rabbit, Rabbit (it takes a village) by @481boxboxbaby | Lando/Oscar | M | 25k

Oscar wakes up to find four baby bunnies in his shower. In the world of this story, that's as good as peeing on a stick. This boy is knocked up, and there are six possible baby daddies. This is a sweet, funny and heartfelt fic that takes a cracky idea (magic bunnies means you're pregnant) and treats it seriously. Oscar is definitely a bit of a pillow princess and good time guy - that's why he has bunnies - and the fic follows his journey of self discovery, growing as a person along the way and learning that knowing himself is far more important than knowing who the daddy is. The guy who steps up, and who Oscar chooses in the end, is maybe a little unexpected but it absolutely worked for me.

“Oh,” Oscar blushes a fierce shade of red. “We’re not a throuple. They’re just friends. I mean, maybe one of them is the other father but - um - that’s sort of the thing.” The midwife raises an eyebrow and cocks her head to the side, waiting for him to go on. Oscar instead looks at Liam and Logan, desperate for one of them to bail him out. “You see, there’s a roster,” Logan says, his expression awfully serious like he’s trying to be as tactful as possible, even if he did just start off by outing Oscar as a hoe.

THREE SCENES IN A CITY by @loveisworry | Alex/Charles | T | 6.8k

Charles and Alex and a party. This is the kind of fic that you read, and then you remember for the rest of your life. This is a truly stunning urban fantasy, very immersive and atmospheric.

'Charles, the city’s chosen son, knows these streets better than the backs of his hands, which are often smeared with ink. There’s a scar where his left thumb joins the meat of his hand that he always forgets about. He’s had it since he was a child, and doesn’t remember it’s there because he doesn’t remember how he got it. Without a story to hang onto it disappears'

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roscoehamiltons · 3 months

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Silly Season 2024 Predictions

aka predicting how the grid will look for 2025:

red bull: max verstappen, daniel ricciardo

mercedes: george russell, fernando alonso (or alex albon, if fernando remains at aston martin)

ferrari: lewis hamilton(!!!), charles leclerc

mclaren: lando norris, oscar piastri

aston martin: lance stroll, yuki tsunoda (or fernando alonso, if he doesn't go to mercedes)

alpine: esteban ocon, pierre gasly

williams: kimi antonelli, alex albon (or valtteri bottas, if alex goes to mercedes)

visa cash grab rb: liam lawson, sergio perez (or yuki tsunoda, if he doesn't go to aston martin)

sauber: carlos sainz jr, nico hulkenberg

haas: ollie bearman, kevin magnussen (or zhou guanyu, if kevin retires)

thoughts, explanations (and a lot of babbling) under the cut:

red bull: maybe i'm delulu for thinking daniel to red bull will still happen lol but it makes perfect sense on paper-- daniel's already familiar with the team and works well with them, he has support from the higher ups, he's a marketing dream, he has a similar driving style and preference to max...

also i know there have been rumours about alex going to red bull again but i don't think he'll do it in the end.

mercedes: i want it to be fernando that replaces lewis bc it would bring the most chaos and drama lol, but it's also a decision that actually makes sense? swapping a world champion with another world champion, and one that isn't likely to want to stay long term (5-10 years)? i guess this is dependent on how both mercedes and aston do this year but 🙏 pls make it happen lol

alex is my second choice for the seat if fernando doesn’t take it. i started making my predictions before james confirmed that alex was signed to williams for 2025, but even with that news, i still think it's a possibility he could go to mercedes. there's been so many whispers in the press about alex wanting to either leave williams or getting offers from top teams, that i can't help but think that alex is trying to gun for a top seat.. and mercedes is his best choice for a top seat imo. not to mention that james did say that he wouldn't stop alex from leaving if he wanted to, and of course the ties with mercedes that james and williams have... it would be easy for them to do some negotiations and make it happen. also i'm sure that george would put in a good word for alex, if alex was interested.

also some honourable mentions, because there's a lot of possibilities to consider: everyone is talking about kimi antonelli and mercedes and i do think that they're going to try and push him into f1 as soon as they can.. i just don't know if they'll take the risk of putting him in the merc seat right away. i'm really interested to see how he does in f2 either way-- if he's as good as everyone says then the results will speak for themselves. i think esteban is a good option too; he's a solid driver (and underrated imo), and more importantly he has ties to merc and toto. if merc wants a more short term option then carlos is a good choice, though it's more likely he would go to sauber. as for mick, i don't think that he's merc's first (or even second or third) choice for the seat, unfortunately for him and the mick girlies. lastly, this one is a bit random but nico hulkenberg also came to mind as a solid short term option (plus, he's german).

ferrari: still can’t believe lewis is going to be driving for them.

mclaren: no notes, very solid pairing.

aston martin: i think the lineup will stay the same if fernando doesn’t want to move to mercedes. i suppose there’s a chance that the rumours about lance going to wec could be true but we will see.

if fernando does go to mercedes then yuki is probably the most obvious choice as his replacement. i also think it’s in yuki's best interest in the long term to leave the red bull family, and this would probably be the best opportunity to do so.

i was actually initially considering checo as the driver to replace fernando — they have history after all, and checo seems to love the team. however, thinking about it, 2023 really took a hit to his reputation as a driver and I don’t know if aston would want him back anyways? i think checo would absolutely reach out to them though if the seat opens up, i think he’s going to try and stay on the grid if it's possible.

alpine: i think both will stay, but if one was to leave it would probably be este (to mercedes?) rather than pierre. if he were to go then jack doohan would be the likely replacement, maybe victor martins if his results in f2 are good.

williams: like i said earlier, i think mercedes is going to try and get kimi into f1 asap, even if he doesn't win f2, and aside from merc itself, williams is the most likely option for that to happen. alex will stay if he doesn’t get the mercedes seat—the supposed red bull offer doesn't start until 2026 and i don’t think he would break his contract to go to aston or alpine.

as for who would replace alex if he does go to mercedes, i would love for it to be valtteri. i stole this idea from @velvetsainz actually, but the more i think about it, the more i like it... the idea of valtteri and james on the same team again tickles me and valtteri is a fantastic mentor (as evidenced by his relationship with guanyu). also i'm fairly certain that toto is back on valtteri's management team again so i can see toto mentioning valtteri as an option for williams in their negotations for the hypothetical alex to mercedes move. is this likely this is to happen, idk, because valtteri did pick sauber over williams in 2021 for a reason but a girl can dream lol

visa cash grab rb: this one was the one i probably struggled with the most ngl.. i think liam is definitely going to be in f1 in 2025 (and deservedly so) but the question of who's going to be in the other seat.. the three main options would be yuki, checo and daniel (if daniel remains at visa instead of moving up, either checo stays at red bull or yuki is the one getting promoted). i originally had the lineup as yuki and liam (and checo at aston martin) but ended up switching yuki and checo around in the end. if checo does end up retiring at the end of this year and yuki goes off to aston then i'm not sure who would replace him..maybe ayumu iwasa? i looked at their list of juniors and am not really familiar with anyone besides him tbh

sauber: this one pains me because i'm a huge fan of both valtteri and guanyu, and they're actually my favorite pairing, in terms of overall vibes and personality... but i would be (very pleasantly) surprised if they both manage to stay at sauber next year. i think it's a given that carlos is going to go to sauber now that he isn't with ferrari, especially with his ties his dad has to audi. i also think sauber/audi would want to start preparing for 2026 and they would also want a german driver to drive for them, hence nico hulkenberg (plus the rumours that they were interested in hulkenberg last year, but ended up renewing guanyu instead).

there's a chance that one of the current drivers could stay, which in that case it would likely be valtteri (with carlos as his teammate, rather than nico). they could also promote theo pourchaire to f1, but i think it's likely they would stick to established drivers, especially during the first couple of years that audi settle in.

haas: the new haas tp has spoken very highly of ollie and with the amount of free practice sessions they have scheduled for ollie this year, it wouldn't surprise me if they're trying to get him on the grid. i know some people think that kevin might retire after this year, but i think they would like to keep one of the current drivers since the last time they had two new drivers didn't go well 😬. on the chance that kevin does end up retiring, i think guanyu is a good shout for a replacement. it might seem a bit random but he's a consistent driver who rarely crashes and more importantly, brings a lot of money and sponsorship, which haas needs.

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im-suchanicegirl · 9 months

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Okay, Dan Encyclopedia, I need a complete rundown of his history pls 😍

Ohhhh that’s a tall order!

Thank your for trusting me with your Daniel Knowledge ™

(I also assume it’s about Danskimo and not DanK)

I think I’ll do general facts it will be easier. Also it’s all stuff I’ve read or seen but i don’t always remember the source:

- he learned to play the sax in school and DanK would go see him play

- speaking of, they’ve known each other since 2006!

- he produces music outside of EC, including Nico’s ex band, Samurai Pizza Cat and Kalle Koschinsky

- he also had a very shortlived, one time project that made the round on Tumblr a few days ago, risen from shadow. It’s a ‘black metal’ looking band with members of EC (him and nico), we butter the bread with butter, Axel one and drummer Raja Meissner. They wanted to bring awareness to type 2 diabetes.

- which personally i find kinda funny because he’s known for having a sweet tooth (the video of the cake alley in Walmart was hilarious)

- he might be more reserved than the others but he’s not scared of speaking up, like in the interview where he told Sushi ‘just because we are in a band doesn’t mean we are family’

- his dad is the band’s biggest fan per the rest of the band, and his ig is only pictures of Dan / the band / repping the merch

- I saw Some people say he is vegetarian and straight edge but there’s recent videos / vlogs where he drinks a beer and eats McDonalds so either he’s not anymore / has never been 🤷🏽‍♀️

- he’s a gamer, if his knuckle tattoos weren’t clear enough (GAME OVER and pac mans on the smallest ones)

- Speaking of tattoo, one of the tattoo inside his hand is an origami cat (which is such a cute idea i might have to steal once my cat dies in a million year)

- He’s really into mountain bike. Like, really. A lot.

- he’s an Aries. Enough said.

- he’s really reserved, i mean, he literally deleted the shirtless picture he had posted when they were in LA… or he’s not used to have people focused on him rather than nico / kevin.

I CANT think of more facts right now but I’ll add if there is the need for it 😄

#electric callboy #daniel haniß #ask #orionsartemisagain

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cyansadness · 3 months

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New Romantics

Anastasia 'Ana' Davis has been uprooted three times in her life. The first time, it was 1942, and her parents decided to immigrate from Bogota, Colombia to Southern California. She was 4.

The second time, it was 1945 and her parents had passed away. She was shipped to an orphanage about 20 miles from Rydell, California. She was 7.

The third time, it was 1946 and she was just adopted by Thomas and Bianca Davis, the richest couple in Rydell. They wanted kids but after a bad miscarriage, Bianca couldn't have any. She thought Ana was sweet. She was eight.

From 8 to 16, Ana assimilated. She learned English, stopped speaking Spanish, and acted like the perfect daughter. Ranked third in her class for academics, cheerleader, tutored struggling students for free, was dating football player, Wally Winslow, and was best friends with resident golden boy, Buddy Aldridge. She was the definition of perfect.

But even perfection starts to crack. And those cracks just keep growing when Ana gets assigned to tutor Nicholas 'Nico' Barrera for English.

Nicholas 'Nico' Barrera was a T-Bird. He was Cuban and lived with his mother Isabel and his older sister Elena. He was smart, no doubt about it, but it's hard to try when no one seems to care.

All of a sudden, Mr. Daniels seemed to care when he assigned Ana Davis, princess of Rydell, to tutor him.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, at 2:15, Ana and Nico were in the library. Studying, learning about everything, including each other. Sparks flew and Ana panicked.

This boy made her feel important, special, that she was something more than her family's name. But they could never be with each other, it would never work.

They thought until Wally broke up with Ana and showed up the next day with Rosemary on his arm. So Ana let herself fall for a boy that could ruin everything she had worked so hard to maintain and she couldn't care less.

Nico and Ana managed to stay a secret for about two months. It wasn't an easy two months. The only people who knew were the T-Birds, Cynthia, and Olivia. They were always careful, making sure no one would know.

You can't plan everything. After unknowingly getting caught by Dot, the next day, Ana arrived at school to a vandalized locker and rumors spread around that Ana slept with the entire Rydell High football team.

So when your reputation is up in flames, you can either run away, embrace it, or give them something new to talk about.

So when you're forced to be perfect for the last 8 years of your life, all that anger bubbles up and it has to go somewhere at some point, right?

Yeah, after a rather brutal fight and a two week suspension, Ana was a new person. A person who was still one of the smartest girls at Rydell but also a person who didn't care about impressing anyone anymore.

Come the 1954-1955 school year at Rydell High brings more drama than Ana and Nico could have prepared for. With drama, comes a group of girls who are sick of how Rydell works against them.

So the Pink Ladies were born.

Anastasia 'Ana' Davis ~ played by Rachel Zegler

"I am not just somebody's girlfriend, I am Anastasia Davis, I don't need his jacket or anybody's jacket to prove my worth in this world. "

Nicholas 'Nico' Barrera ~ played by Marcel Ruiz

"It's the first day Ana. How did you land in McGee's office on the first day?"

Bianca Davis ~ played by Brianne Howey

"Sweet Pea, I love you but you gotta start playing nice. Think about your future."

Thomas Davis ~ played by Scott Porter

"I do hope this year, you will try to salvage the little good reputation you have."

Elena Barrera ~ played by Melissa Barrera

"Please get your head out of your ass before I hit you with this pan."

Isabel Barrera ~ played by Justina Machado

"Mijo, I like her. She's always been good for you."

Alexander 'Xander' Carmine ~ played by Grant Gustin

"You want a drink?"

Lynette Allen ~ played by Aja Naomi King

"Just like your mother, always looking for trouble."

~~~~~

here's the new official intro for new romantics. i did post the original about 6 months before the first chapter came out and there have been a lot of changes in the plot so i deemed it necessary to renew the intro

as always, hope y'all enjoy

@cherrybb-ily here is the first look at your least favorite character in my book

#grease rise of the pink ladies #grease: rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #grease rise of the pink ladies fics #jane facciano #olivia valdovinos #cynthia zdunowski #nancy nakagawa #hazel robertson #richie valdovinos #gil rizzo #shy guy rotpl #potato rotpl #buddy aldridge #susan st.clair #oc x oc ship #new romantics (2024)

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storiesofstratos · 2 months

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Chapter 16: Confronting the Storm

Jack and Nico run into an unexpected face at Cyrus's restaurant..

So this was our culprit. Another superhuman, and the guy who stabbed Daniel. I felt the anger bubbling up just under my skin. I wanted to yell, grab him, do something really. But there was no way I could stand a chance against him, I just had to keep calm, think this through logically, and–

“Hey, asshole.”

God dammit Nico.

The guy turned to look at Nico, a mix of confusion and annoyance on his face. “The fuck you talkin to? Me?”

“Yeah, you! You think you could just get away with stabbin our friend and nobody would do anythin’ about it??”

“Stabbin your..? I didn’t–” The realization seemed to dawn on him slowly, and he gritted his teeth, “Shit, the other guy.” He stood up quickly, “Hey boss, cancel that order! Somethin came up!”

“Where do you think you’re goin??”

“None of your damn business. Don’t even think about followin me girl,” He threatened as he walked out the door, clearly wanting to get away from the situation.

“Oh that’s just great. Nico, why did you have to say anything?? Now he’s– wait, where are you going?? Dammit NIco!”

Of course she was following him. Why wouldn’t she be following him? I got up from my seat, putting money down for our food and following the both of them out the door. Not like I was gonna risk him hurting her too.

We both followed in hot pursuit, passing through each alleyway that he did, ducking around every corner. He kept peaking over his shoulder, picking up the pace every time he saw we were still following, until eventually we were practically sprinting after him. Was this even worth running for? Probably not, but I had a few questions of my own for him at this point.

It wasn’t until we’d cornered him in a back alley that he finally turned around. “God dammit, you followed me all the way here, of all places?? You fuckin idiots, you’re gonna–”

“Well well well…” A voice came out from the shadows, which made the punk tense up.

“Shit– I told you, you shouldn’t have–”

“Johnny!” A gruff looking man put an arm around the punk’s shoulders, “You did good kid. You brought us a couple of prime marks all on your own. The boss is gonna be real happy with you over this one.”

“Boss??” Nico chimed in, “You bastard, you were setting us up!”

“Wha– I wasn’t!! I told you dumbasses not to follow me!”

“Now now Johnny boy, is that anyway to talk to your new friends? C’mon, let’s just be civil about this! You two, empty your pockets and we might let you walk away.”

I was more than ready to just do what they said to get out of there, but, naturally, Nico had other plans. Sometimes she was worse than Daniel, but at least HE had super strength to back up his big mouth!

“Not a chance in hell! We’re not givin’ you anything!”

The man laughed, pressing the baseball bat he was holding against Johnny’s chest. “Well ain’t that cute? Johnny, why don’t you teach these lil kids why they don’t say no to the Steel Hawks?”

“...No…”

“Huh?” The older man leaned in close, like he was trying to intimidate him, “The fuck did you say to me? You should know better than to talk back to your superiors, you little shit stain!” There was a loud bang, as the man punched Johnny square in the jaw, knocking him off balance and onto his ass.

Johnny grit his teeth as he sat on the ground, looking down. I looked over at Nico, who seemed to be coming to the same conclusion I was. “Johnny, right…?”

Johnny looked up at us, his cheeks red hot, probably embarrassed, his face somewhere between anger and sheer humiliation. I opened my mouth to speak once more, but the older man cut me off.

“Shut the fuck up! Now either you give us your money or I’m gonna–”

“Enough!”

The gangster stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to face Johnny, his knuckles white as he gripped the baseball bat in his hands. “What the fuck did you–”

“I said,” Johnny slammed his fist on the ground, “Shut, the fuck,” He lifted his hand to the sky as he yelled, “up!”

Almost as if it was at his command, a sudden gust picked up… but not from any natural angle. It was coming straight from below. It was almost a spectacle. As if to show it was unnatural, a green wind current burst forth from the cracks in the pavement, strong enough to push the man up off the ground, about ten feet into the air. The man let out a sudden yelp of surprise, and started to scream as he fell.

But Johnny wasn’t done. He clapped his hands together, and another gust pushed the man back, into the wall, strong enough to cause cracks to form in the bricks. “I’m sick and tired of you! Harassin’ me!” Each sentence was accented with another strong gust of wind, pushing and pulling the guy every direction. “Fuck this gang, fuck your boss.. And most of all, fuck, you!” He finally let the man drop, groaning in pain as he finally hit the pavement.

“Shit…” Johnny grumbled, before snapping his head in our direction. “You two. This is all your fuckin’ fault! If you’d just listened, just left me alone! I wouldn’t be in this goddamn mess right now!”

Nico, who seemed so confident and guns blazing before, was shrinking. “S-Sorry man, I didn’t…”

“We didn’t know what was going on. But, can you blame us?? You got into a fight with our friend! What were we supposed to do?”

Johnny turned his attention to me, “I dunno, maybe, not chase after the guy you know has stabbed someone?? Ahh, fuck me, I’m so screwed! When this gets back to the boss, they’re gonna kill–”

“Kill you? Dude, you’ve got wind powers! How are they even gonna touch you?”

“Kill my folks!”

That stopped everything. Nico didn’t even want to approach the subject, but I had to ask… “...They’re gonna kill your parents??”

“Yes! Only reason I’m even working for them is because they’ve got my fam! I didn’t wanna do any of this shit! But this guy, the boss, he’s got powers like me, only they’re… different. He can control metal and shit, even turn himself into metal and do all kinds of crazy shit, I can’t touch him!”

I turned to Nico, and she looked back at me. “...I think I have an idea, Nico. How good do you think you are at de-escalating?”

“Clearly not great but… if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, I say it’s worth a shot.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Well… I was worried if it’s a crazy idea, but, if you think it’s a good idea, at least now I know it’s crazy.”

Johnny just looked between us, confused. “What are you to talkin about??”

“Johnny, right?” I looked up at him, he wasn’t that much taller than me. “I’m Jack. This is Nico, and you should come with us. I think we might have a solution to your problem… hopefully.”

Johnny just threw his arms up in the air. “Christ. Why not? Not like this situation could get any worse. Lead the way.”

#hero's dawn arc #jack pov

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formulinos · 2 years

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hello and welcome to the final results of the tournament! we've had over 920 votes in the last round and all categories were pretty close, i think! now it's time to reveal the results and what better way to start than to honour the contestants that might have not made it to the final round, but were still influent enough to warrant some crying when they got eliminated. let's check out the first category right after the cut!

the trailblazers of f1 are not only a source of inspiration with their determination and sheer will, but also a sweet refreshment to the women loving portion of the fandom. these ladies were spread out thinly through the decades, from 1958 to 2014, but they have left a mark enough to be here today. here are your nominees:

Susie Wolff [sole exception to the no test drivers rule] Maria Teresa de Filippis Lella Lombardi Divina Galica Desiré Wilson Giovanna Amati

unfortunately, only one of them can win! and with 70,4 % of votes, Formula One's Best Girl is...

Susie Wolff! no one is immune to the latex dress power after all.

our next category is devoted to the hay-as-safety-barriers old as balls portion of formula 1. these are some of the stars that braved through the circuits between the 50s and the 70s and have managed to make a name of themselves, either by their talent or, most importantly, by their good looks, which is what we're trying to assess here today. our nominees for hottest classic driver are:

Jacky Ickx Jim Clark James Hunt François Cevert Jody Scheckter Dan Gurney

and... with 33,2 % of votes, Formula One's Hottest Classic Driver is...

Jacky Ickx! with a bone structure like that he made everyone wish they could speak a little french.... je porte lunettes de soleil...... oui oui baguette.....

this is perhaps the funniest category that someone suggested (@howdysebby, to be more precise) and the reason why i split the categories between "eras" of f1 instead of decades. in here, we're supposed to honour the brave men who refused to drive and spent a night barricaded together in a room, sharing mattresses For The Sake Of The Sport (it was for a good reason, but you have to admit the intricate rituals of it all anyway). while we can't have ALL of the strikers here - even because some of these wouldn't get even a vote - here are the fittest amongst them, as your nominees:

Elio de Angelis Niki Lauda René Arnoux Alain Prost Didier Pironi Andrea de Cesaris Riccardo Patrese

time to check the results! with 28,4 % of votes, your Formula One's Hottest Striker is...

Alain Prost! as much as Alain and Elio were close, this could only go to the brain behind the operation.

our next category is about The Cinnamon Apples of F1 for many of us who started watching F1 during the period between the late 90s and the early 00s. their driving on track was tight, their levels of empathy for other human beings was tighter and their abs were the tightest of them all. here are your nominees:

Michael Schumacher Damon Hill Mika Häkkinen Jacques Villeneuve Fernando Alonso Mark Webber Giancarlo Fisichella Eddie Irvine

(looking at this list idk why i forgot to add kimi in it oop)

with a grand total of 32,6 % votes, the Hottest Y2K Driver of Formula One is...

Michael Schumacher!!!! Because nothing screams "hot" the same way that "7 championships" and "war crimes" does! (photo is an homage to my mom who usually said he is a "shrimp" - you have to rip the head off and eat the rest)

we got to our current times. this is the mid 2010s, mostly Drive to Survive generation of drivers we currently have. with a few exceptions, they mostly have at their hands a plethora of social media profiles where they make continuous efforts to advertise themselves as Figures of The Sport, which includes, of course, the occasional cheeky thirst trap. the nominees for hottest liberty media driver are:

Daniel Ricciardo Jules Bianchi Antonio Giovinazzi Carlos Sainz Jr Nico Hulkenberg Jaime Alguesuari Pierre Gasly Esteban Ocon Lance Stroll

with 37 % of votes, Formula One's Hottest Liberty Media Driver is...

Jules Bianchi! he should have definitely been able to take more advantage of the era we're in, and he will never be forgotten <3

well, right now it's the time to give a little shout out to the guys that we didn't remember to add to the qualifying roster. they weren't there when it mattered, and when it didn't matter anymore, people were like "why isn't Guy here?". even though i warned a few times i was still taking nominations. oh well. here are your nominees:

Stoffel Vandoorne Max Verstappen George Russell Christian Fittipaldi

ok, to be fair i'm pretty sure someone nominated stoff and i forgot him. he's ok, he won the FE title this weekend anyway, he won't mind it. i would also like to take this moment to publicly apologise to valtteri bottas who i have been thirsty for since last year, yet somehow i forgot to add him both to the main tournament and to this category. i'm so sorry valtteri i'm still a big fan of your butt!!!!!

ok, time for the results. with 39,5 % of votes, Formula One's Hottest Forgotten Driver is...

George Russell! his allergy to upper body clothing came in clutch for this one!

this category is very dear to me because i never met my father. these drivers in particular have acquired a reputation amongst the fandom as Dads We'd All Like To Fuck, if that's your thing. here are your nominees:

Nigel Mansell Gilles Villeneuve Graham Hill Keke Rosberg Stirling Moss

with 42 % of votes, Formula One's Hottest Dilf just has to be...

Nigel Mansell! Il Leone strikes again with the dad bod and the moustache that makes anyone say "daddy? sorry. daddy? sorr-"

the same way there is a market for dilfs, there has to be a market for twinks! they made their mark in the Hot Drivers Market of formula 1 thanks to their wrinkle free looks and relative lack of testosterone. while some of them have since grown into their man looks, we still fondly remember their twink era. perhaps a second way of looking at this category would be "Best Gender", but then again some drivers would be missing. here are your nominees:

Nico Rosberg Mick Schumacher Yuki Tsunoda Zhou Guanyu Lando Norris

alright, let's go! with 34,1 % Formula One's Hottest Twink is:

Mick Schumacher! I think many of us fell deep into his blue eyes....

it's time to highlight the electric hotties of Formula One history. they came to f1 and they flopped, even if we don't want to admit it. however, as we all know, one of the hottest attributes in any person is their ability to persevere and these guys weren't afraid of challenging themselves in formula e. as a reward, they reinvented their careers, looking pretty hot while doing so. let's take a look at our nominees:

Jean Eric Vergne Andre Lotterer Jerome D'Ambrosio Pascal Werhlein Lucas di Grassi

with 44,2 % of votes, our Hottest Formula E Driver is...

JEV! It's not a scandal to anyone that this would go to the only 2-time champion of FE.

at last, to wrap the hall of fame, we have a bonus category. this was supposed to be optional on the tournament poll, so i'm VERY sorry to those who didn't want to vote for it and had to, i forgot to unmark the "obligatory" box since it was late when i made the form. this is a Senna specific category only because so many of you misunderstood the open box question and recommended it as a category instead of your "Hottest Classic Driver" nomination hahaha! so, just for banter, here are your nominees:

Twink Toleman Senna Lotus Senna McLaren Marlboro Senna W*lliams Senna

let's go! with 58,3 % of votes, the Hottest Senna is...

McLaren Marlboro Senna! world championships and team rivalries are very hot indeed.

well, this marks the end of our Hall of Fame categories! thank you for participating so far, stay tuned for our podium tomorrow!

#hottest drivers tournament 2022

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milflewis · 1 year

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dantteri + mario kart

why are all my dantteri fics either shitpost or heartbreaking. it’s their vibe i think. here is a shitpost dantteri fic babe. hope you like it <3

“I don’t know, what if, uh, just an idea. Something wild and fun and, like, casual, if you want, no big deal if not, obviously,” Daniel laughs, a little high pitched. “Obviously! But we could, you know, get, like, married, maybe? Could be funky.”

“Can’t,” Valtteri says, and swears as he swerved to avoid a banana. “I’m already married.”

“What.” Daniel’s Toad crashes into a wall and Valtteri swears again as he nearly hits into him. “What do you mean you’re already married.”

Valtteri shrugs. “The opposite of I’m not married.”

Daniel makes a strange noise in the back of his throat and reaches over to switch off the tv. Valtteri sighs, setting down his controller. “Seriously?”

Daniel’s eyes are wide. He points a finger at him, jabbing it in his face. Valtteri leans back. “No! No, you don’t get to be all frowny and serious and say ‘seriously’ like I’m the one acting weird here!”

Valtteri eyes the hand that is now pulling at Daniel’s hair, at the white of his eyes, and says nothing.

“You’re the married one!”

Valtteri squints at him. “So?”

“So! So. What’s with the so? You’re married!”

“I know,” Valtteri says, slowly. “I was there. I remember, but what’s the big deal?”

“Big deal.” Daniel looks up at the ceiling as of praying for strength. “What’s the big deal he says. What’s the big deal — you’re married. Like, actually, hand to god, married, I’ve been fucking some rando’s husband for the past two years.”

Valtteri rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t say rando. You know Lewis. You’re friends with him.”

Daniel gapes at him, mouth slack. “You’re married to Lewis. Our Lewis. Lewis Hamilton, nine time world champion, celebrity, singer, songwriter, blah blah blah. Lewis is married to you.”

“Yeah.” Valtteri picks up the remote again, hoping that’s the end of it. He was so close to beating his record time on that track.

“Oh my god,” Daniel whispers. “What the fuck is going on? Nico warned me about this, you know.” Valtteri looks up at him in alarm but Daniel keeps talking. “When — when did this happen — when did you get,” he swallows. “Married?”

Valtteri hums, frowning. “At the end of 2020? No. 2021. A few weeks before testing. That was the deal.”

“Right,” Daniel says, blinking. “The deal. And, uh, do you, you know, do you, like, love him?”

Valtteri stops, setting the controller down. “What? Of course, I do. C’mon, it’s Lewis, how can you not?”

“Yeah,” Daniel closes his eyes. “Stupid question.”

Valtteri pauses. Oh. Oh. He grins, reaching over over to curl his fingers around Daniel’s, thumb pressing into his wrist. “Daniel. Hey, hey, look at me.”

Daniel looks at him.

“I’m married to Lewis, no, listen, listen. We’re married. It was, uh, this thing — kinda stupid actually — but he was upset and I was sad and we were way too drunk so we said if neither one of us was dating anyone when he got his 7th then we’d get married.”

Valtteri squeezes Daniel’s hand when he looks about to speak. “I love Lewis because he’s Lewis and he’s my friend and I’ll always love him but I’m not in love with him, asshole.”

“Oi,” Daniel says, grinning. “How am I the asshole here? You’re the one committing adultery.”

#this is ridiculous. but here u go #dantteri #little fics #fran tag #niamh.asks

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danthropologie · 2 years

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idk who to send this so please im loosing my shit over this post . This is max with one of daniel’s well worn merch sweatshirt in their old Monaco apartment building or post race rbr circa 2018 polo (remember when they had that long motor home they had to share) .

first of all, obsessed??? second of all, maybe it's just the daniel brainworms speaking, but i kind of feel like it could go both ways re: maxiel?

(adding a cut because i kind of rambled on 😭)

like on one hand, as you said, it could be this idea of max still in the process of discovering himself. he doesn't really register that his feelings about daniel as a 'friend' are Different than just friendship until that experience happens. then, as any feral karting kid turned more-than-slightly repressed young adult would, he turns to the internet for help. but for him, it would be less about What It Means for him personally and more just about not wanting to compromise the friendship? like, daniel's so cool and fun and interesting, the first ever teammate he could call a friend, so of course the last thing he wants to do is make things weird or alienate him with these strange Feelings he's feeling!! he doesn't really even understand WHY it happened, but he's not really interested in the why either? he just wants to get it off his chest more than anything.

on the other hand, it also SCREAMS repressed bisexual daniel to me??? the clinging to straightness and reaffirming attraction to women despite this Not Very Straight thing happening. the downplaying and rationalizing of feelings toward the friend. the total avoidance of What This Means, while clearly having a bit of an internal meltdown about it.

like just imagine a scenario where it's like...it's 2019, daniel's left rbr, he's at renault now, and they're about halfway through the season. it's the end of another race weekend, and he's going back to monaco on air verstappen with max. it's a little chilly on the plane (max prefers it that way) and he forgot a sweatshirt, but max has an extra one he can borrow. when they land in monaco, daniel goes to take off the sweatshirt and give back, but max tells him not to worry about it, he can give it back to him later. so daniel takes it home with him.

later, daniel's in bed, trying to sleep, but between the jetlag and his racing mind, it's not happening. then he notices max's sweatshirt on the end of the bed. somewhere in the process of getting home and settling in it must have ended up there, and seeing it there now, he can't help but be drawn to it. so he picks it up, and at first he's just looking at it. examining it. tracing the cracked rbr logo on the back of it with his finger. he starts thinking about the team and how much a part of him still misses them. still misses max. nico is fine as a teammate of course, but he's definitely no max. he doesn't laugh at his jokes like max did, doesn't fool around with him in marketing videos and between meetings (and sometimes during the meetings) like max did, doesn't straddle the precarious line between friend and rival with relative ease like max did. but in a lot of ways, things between them are better now that they’re not teammates anymore. max is just his friend. there's no 'but' in the sentence. no caveat to the friendship. when they're together—like they were earlier that night on the plane—they're just max and daniel, exactly like it's always been.

and as the thinks more about max and how great he is and how cool it is that he gets call him a friend, something just comes over him?? all these thoughts and the lingering smell of him on the sweatshirt that's invading daniel's senses... next thing he knows, he's having post nut clarity and lowkey freaking the fuck out cause this is weird!! max his friend, and more importantly, he's straight!! so like any good raised-on-the-internet millennial would, he turns to anonymous internet forums for reassurance that this is Totally Normal and Definitely Not Weird (or gay)

#this is nearly a week old at this point but i've literally been thinking about it nonstop #obviously in either scenario it's fucking ages before either of them actually come to terms with / actually admit their feelings #(if they ever do) ((and of course they do because i'm directing these headcanons and i say so))#maxiel #dan #max #answered #anonymous

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aleksa-sims · 2 years

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My RL Sims-Story (18+)

CW: drugs & addiction

After spending the whole day in my room, totally high of course, I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen. At first I was alone, but suddenly my mom stood there and watched me what I was doing. I tried to look as normal as possible and not to move in slow motion. But...yeah! 🤦‍♀️

Mom: A.? What-...what are you doing?

Me: Ugh! 😒 ....Hmm.....

Mom: Why do you look ill? What’s wrong with you? 😟... You’re high! I got it! What did you do?

Me: 😞.........

Mom: A.!Talk to me! I haven’t told your Dad yet what I found in your room! You can turst me!... And I see you are not well! How long have you been taking it? Huh? 😧...And please don’t lie to me anymore! Since today, I know for sure, that Daniel, is also doing drugs! Someone who knows you both told me!

Me: What the fuck you want from me? 🤷‍♀️ Ha? 😒 .... What do you wanna hear from me?

Mom: I want Daniel to go home, rn! I don’t want to see him near you anymore! And tomorrow, we will go to your doctor!

Me: NO! 😠 Just leave me alone! I’ll get it done! But I need time, damn it! And without D., I don’t wanna make it!

Mom: It’s getting worse with you! I thought you were better? 🤷‍♀️ ....Are you doing this because of Philip? I know about his baby! His mom told me.

Me: Ughhh! 😠..Philip is not an issue for me! He’s not here and I don’t need him either!

Mom: Sorry, but this.... I don’t believe you! 😕

Me: Well, then.... I don’t give a shit! Believe what you want. I’m going to change and then D., Ana, her boyfriend & I, are going out.

Mom: If you leave tonight, A., I’ll tell your dad. 😠

Me: Ok! 🤷‍♀️ 😕 Just do what you have to!

After that I went to change. I was tired of living in fear!! 😠 Always afraid to get caught and have secrets. That really pissed me off!!!!!!!! And Daniel was with me, because I apologized to him. We talked about everything and could settle our dispute. With him such things were quite simple for me, I mean compared to Philip or Nico! Of course he was also mad, but he remained calm!!

He didn’t freak out, but he let me speak and listened to what I had to say to him. This experience of calmly clarifying something, like an argument, was kind of new to me!

Daniel also told me who stole my drugs, it was Dominick! 😦 Just before Sofia arrived, Dominick was with us and Daniel noticed that Domnick was acting strange. Dominick thought that my drugs were Daniels and just took them with him. He wanted to bring them back to him later, just....he couldn’t move anymore after trying this shit. It was his first time. 🤦‍♀️

And who do you think told my parents that Daniel is/was on drugs? Sandra! 🤨 That’s the only reason my Dad’s gonna find out some things later and kick me out of home. Yeah, and because .....Ana and I snuck out. 😬

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #my rl with my simself #simself #myrlgameplay #18+ content #cw drugs #cw addiction

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rolling-restart · 1 year

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desecration - part. 16 - teaser (Tumblr exclusive)

*** This is a NSFW fic with unhealthy relationship elements and graphic description of violence and sex. If it’s something you want to avoid or you are minor, please scroll past. ***

Tags and content warnings: implied infidelity, mentions of domestic abuse, distressing content in general.

Daniel thought it couldn’t get more awkward than this. After their successful barge-in, which was mostly due to the fact that Jenson was too surprised to stop them, they all took their places on adjacent couches. Daniel was sitting next to Sebastian and Jenson was sitting next to Nico, making it easier for Daniel to avoid making eye contact with Nico. He thought it wasn’t a coincidence but was indeed Jenson’s design to somehow minimize Nico’s contact with the other two. Daniel could only respect the sentiment.

They all had a warm cup of herbal tea Nico insisted on brewing to occupy their hands, and to minimize the awkwardness if a such thing was possible.

“I think there is no point in postponing it. You are probably wondering why are we here.”

Daniel appreciated Sebastian’s boldness because if it was up to him, they would be sitting in silence for hours without getting to the point.

“That’d be great Seb because it is definitely not a good time to drop by just for a chat.”

Daniel thought it was fair. Neither of them seemed ready for an impromptu visit when they rang their door. Nico was in his pyjamas, blond hair dull and greasy, looking pale and tired whereas Jenson was wearing jeans with a worn t-shirt. Daniel hated bothering them in their personal time, while also being rude by not announcing their arrival.

“So, there is no easy way to say this, but Toto is back at it again.”

The mention of Toto’s name swept the room like an icy wind, grabbing both of their hosts' attention. Jenson was frowning, looking borderline angry while Nico seemed frozen in place, his cup halting halfway to his mouth.

“What do you mean?”

Jenson’s tone was low and threatening, sending shivers down Daniel’s spine. He experienced many types of manifestations of love in his life but aggressive protectiveness had never been his favourite.

“He is doing the same thing he did with Nico again, with someone else”

Sebastian seemed calm and collected, which was a stark contrast to the rest of the room. Daniel knew that articulating their case clearly was crucial but he didn’t think he could be able to stay as calm as Sebastian while talking about this topic.

A silent thud from Nico putting his cup on the table made Daniel jolt with surprise. He didn’t see him move since Sebastian started talking.

“Told you, Jenson, I told you.”

It was Sebastian’s turn to frown. It was all becoming too much for Daniel. Did they know it, too? Was everyone aware of this except for Daniel and no one did a thing?

“What are you talking about?”

Daniel was surprised to hear his voice in this conversation but it was too late.

“We saw… something on… certain’s someone’s social media, that could prove what Seb just mentioned.”

Daniel didn’t like the fact that Jenson was talking riddles while everyone in the room probably knew what was going on. It was a waste of time, maybe cowardice to speak this covertly.

“What did you see?”

Sebastian looked at Jenson, then Nico, searching for an answer.

“You first.”

Daniel felt the anger boil in him. This wasn’t a bloody game of guessing and he was running thin on patience. For people who wanted them out of their house as soon as possible, the Button-Rosberg couple was definitely making matters more complicated than necessary.

Sebastian took a breath to speak but Daniel was faster.

“It’s George, okay? I don’t know how long and what he did to the poor kind’s head but something horrifying is happening with them and Sebastian said you could help us make sense. So either start making it make sense, or we will leave.”

Another wave of silence travelled the room and for a moment, no one dared to answer Daniel.

“Oh.”

Jenson was looking at Nico while Nico was not looking anywhere in particular. Daniel knew he hit the jackpot but he didn’t have any plan going forward from that.

“So dear Sebby thought we could help, huh?”

Daniel thought Nico meant his voice to be stinging but he sounded more offended than anything else.

“Nico, love, please…”

“How do you know you can trust him, Daniel? Did he tell you about what he did the last time he found out something like this?”

Daniel felt a familiar dread creeping upon him. The dread of having done something to compromise someone innocent. It took him so much time to be able to trust Sebastian that he was almost ready to ignore anything bad someone has to say about him.

“I shouldn’t have come, I wouldn’t if I could think of something better…”

Daniel expected Sebastian to be defensive of the vague accusations directed at him but to Daniel’s surprise, it was the opposite. He was slouched, radiating something between embarrassment and guilt.

“Well let me guess, Daniel. You tried to help George and he refused it. But you couldn’t just let it go, could you? How could you let it go when you knew he needed help?”

Daniel felt like Nico wasn’t talking about George anymore but he didn’t want to interrupt. In fact, he was just too surprised at Nico’s accuracy to respond.

“Nico, please don’t.”

Jenson sounded like he was ready to beg Nico to stop talking but his tone wasn’t commending enough to stop Nico. Daniel wasn’t sure whether he would be successful even if he tried.

“No, Jenson, let me speak. Then you talked to Seb about this, right? For whatever reason. Was it because he is all old and wise? Doesn’t matter.”

No one was daring to make eye contact with Nico except for Daniel, who only managed to maintain it due to his petrified state.

“What did he tell you, Daniel? Did he tell you to let George go? That he was a lost cause? That it wasn’t your job to fix things for an arrogant brat? That George is using you?”

Nico’s voice was trembling and Daniel was about to ask him if he wanted to take a sip of his tea. He didn’t dare to speak, though, because Nico’s gaze was scorchingly immobilizing.

“Did he tell you to relax and enjoy the moment, instead? Did he try to get into your pants as well?”

“Enough.”

“Did you say yes?”

It seemed like Sebastian finally found the courage to lift his head and say something. His eyes were red, fists clenched.

“Enough, I will, I will just leave. I shouldn’t have come”

Nico had an acidic smile on his face at that point. Somehow Nico’s hysteria was scarier than anything Daniel thought would happen when they arrive in Monaco.

“Sit down, Sebastian. This is your chance to make it right.”

#desecration: gr/tw fic #desecration: teaser #dr #nr #jb #sv #nsfw.#in general #🚩

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pierregasly · 3 years

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Would love to hear your full take on Pierre,,,

Sorry this took me a few days to get to, I meant to answer it immediately but never found the motivation :( Anyways, onto Pierre.

I believe you are commenting on a post of mine where I stated my fear that the Middle Generation of drivers (Charles, Carlos, Pierre and Max specifically) have/are going to miss out on opportunities and will never reach their full potential in F1. This is similar to what happened to the “Lost Generation” which is comprised of drivers such as Daniel, Kevin, Nico and Checo. To reiterate something that another asker was confused about: it has nothing to do with talent. The generations are not lumped together based on talent but based on their similar ages/entrance into F1 and I am speaking on the wasted potential that this group never got to achieve. (For example, Nico’s full potential was podiums--he never got here. And Daniel’s full potential was a championship--which he’ll never get.)

I am not going to waste your time and state what I said briefly about Charles, Carlos and Max but I will go into depth more so about what I hardly touched upon with Pierre. As I said, Pierre is a phenomenal talent. As much as his podium and race win may have proven it to the world, many still call him a “luck driver” who is not good enough for a higher team. This is, obviously, because of his time at Red Bull dramatically overshadowed his career.

I started following Pierre around 2017 when I first got interested in F1 because of the history. In 2017 he wasn’t racing in Europe but in Super Formula so I took the time to catch up on his career thus far (I will go into depth on this in a moment). I didn’t start watching F1 until 2018 and the only driver (non-historical) I really was attached to was Pierre (others would comes later). Obviously, if you remember, Pierre ended up taking P5 in qualifying and P4 in a Toro Rosso in front of the whole world in only a few races at Bahrain. It was absolutely incredible and for the rest of the season until his Red Bull announcement, Pierre was dishing points place after points place after points place in only his first full season in F1. Therefore, while it was only his FIRST FULL SEASON, the jump to Red Bull ultimately felt justified.

Of course, this did not end up being the case. Our joy over Pierre getting to be in a higher team made us completely and utterly forget the track record Red Bull has left with its second drivers. For those of you who are new to F1 (either coming in 2019, mid-2019 or 2020) you missed out on Pierre’s debut season which was fantastic for the car he was given. Furthermore, if you came in during mid-2019 or 2020 and you think that the treatment RB gave to Alex is horrible--you are hardly touching the surface. The treatment that RB is giving Alex versus Pierre is like taking your sons on summer vacation and then having one of them sleep on the comfy twin bed with two blankets and the other kid on the floor without so much as PJs. We haven’t even touched upon Daniil. Daniil would be like the parents leaving the kid outside to sleep.

Let’s move on. It is very easy to look at Pierre’s season and tout only negative things. It was not his best moment and, yes, he certainly could’ve done better. However, with what he was given? Are we even sure about that? For example, Pierre become open with the media following his demotion. Not only did RB leave it to the very last moment but they also would:

1) Use Pierre’s car and car parts to test Max.

2) When Pierre requested a more experienced engineer, he was denied. However, when Alex requested the same thing, he was given it.

3) RB consistently spoke horribly of him in front of the media. They constantly spoke that he needed to do better and never tried to build him up.

4) Emotionally pressured Pierre to his breaking limit.

Now the difference between RB and many other teams is that when the going gets tough for their drivers, many teams choose to build their drivers up to set them up for success. RB’s method is to tear their drivers down and hope that they can pick up their own pieces once they become annoyed with humiliation. The demotion was far, far too quick. Think of Alex--he has been getting worse and worse and worse with a year and half of time at Red Bull. Pierre managed half a season before they gave him the boot. The boot was also without warning even despite Pierre getting better and better each race.

This is all information you probably already know, I said earlier I would touch upon his younger career and how this has been overshadowed and forgotten due to his time at RB. Here are some facts/statistics that will be important for my point later:

Finished 3rd in the French F4 championship with four wins, two poles and seven podiums over the course of only fourteen races despite having three retirements (the 2nd placer had 0 and the 1st placer only had 1).

In his first season at Eurocup Formula Renault 2.0 he finished 10th of 51 different racers and every person but one who finished before him in the championship was older than him. Pierre was only 16 when Stoffel V was 20, Daniil K was 18, Oliver R was 20, Norman N was 20, Nyck V was 17, Paul L was 21, Oscar T was 16, Melville M was 18 and Alex R was 18.

In his second season of Eurocup Formula Renault 2.0 he finished first in front of the likes of Esteban Ocon, Oliver Rowland, Jake Dennis, Nyck de Vries, Luca Ghitto and Alexander Albon.

Finished 6th in the 2013 Formula Renault 2.0 Alps Series despite missing half of the season and there being 42 competitors total (everyone ahead of him completed the full season).

Finished 2nd of 28 competitors in the 2014 Formula Renault 3.5 Series and lost to none other than Carlos Sainz Jr.

Finished 1st in his second full season of GP2 (now formally classified as F2).

The GP2 race he won in Silverstone happened right after a huge roadcar accident in which his mother ended up in the hospital. Pierre himself fractured his vertebrae and still went on to win the race while his mother was in the hospital and he had a broken bone.

Was called in to replace a Renault edams driver in Formula E. He was jet lagged, tired and got only a few hours in the sims. He still managed to secure P4 in qualifying and then was set for a P3 finish but he crashed into the wall on the last corner of the last lap and came home in P4. THIS WAS HIS FIRST TIME EVER IN AN FE RACE OR AN FE CAR.

Finished second in Super Formula in 2017 but lost by only half a point. One of the races in the season was abandoned when he was set to win because of flooding and storm. Had it not been abandoned he would’ve finished first at the end of the season.

All this pretty much brings you up to speed to when he entered into F1 (which all his amazing stuff you should be familiar with). Moving more onto my “take” regarding Pierre. I have shown evidence for why he is an incredible driver, however, now we’re moving onto the not so great bit. I suppose I must answer one question before I move on.

Do I think Pierre is good enough, against all the rest of the talent in F1, to get consistent podiums if given the proper car? Absolutely. Do I think Pierre is good enough, against all the rest of the talent in F1, to get consistent wins if given the proper car? Absolutely. Do I think Pierre is good enough, against all the rest of the talent in F1, to fight/win a championship one day if given the proper car? This I firmly believe is possible (other thing I’ll get into if someone wants).

The reason I worry and am distressed about Pierre is because I don’t believe he’ll ever get a go at a higher team again. RB really put a shadow over his career, a shadow that is going to worry other teams from placing him into their cars. He has ultimately proven himself with podiums and, of course, the race win. However, seeing as there is so much young talent coming into F1, I don't see there being a place for him.

Mercedes is set to most likely be Max and George when Lewis retires. Red Bull would never dare to put him in that seat again. Ferrari has their “golden generation” of Charles and Mick to look after. And those are the seemingly “top teams” (if you can even all Ferrari that). Let’s look at the others. Racing Point is going to be Lance and Seb until Seb retires. I don’t see Pierre ever going to Alpha Romeo. And McLaren is set up for the next few years with Lando and Daniel. Haas--I don’t think so. This is ultimately dangerous for Pierre’s career because RB likes to keep fresh meat in their B team car (or if you trust Horner it’s their “sister team” lol). Pierre’s best chance is the escape the RB family. AND I UNDERSTAND that the regulations could make things VERY different in F1 for the future. These are just my hypothesis and guesses--all is subjective and up to interpretation so @ anybody reading this--relax, buddy. So where does Pierre fit in in the future? These are some scenarios I have conjured up.

1) Mercedes. Let’s say that, possibly. Max never ends up moving into that second Merc seat and instead remains at RB wasting away until they can get him a better car for the rest of his career (ooo burn sorry it’s for the scenario don’t hate me). This would open up a place at Merc for Pierre to truly shine his potential. Most likely, he would play second fiddle to George but hey--it’s still a seat where can utilize that potential.

2) Red Bull. This would be if they get desperate. I don’t think if given a second chance, Pierre would say no. If Max were still in the team, he would be second fiddle. I can see Pierre going to RB if Max leaves for Merc in the next few years and they want him to lead Yuki or if Yuki doesn’t shine in AT and they end up dropping him they are going to be slim Pickens... I don’t know if being at RB will give him a place where he can utilize his potential but it’s a possibility.

3) Ferrari. This would be only a chance if Mick doesn’t do great in Alpha Romeo and they need someone to fill the seat of their obvious place holder Carlos. He would be alongside Charles. Other than that.... Ferrari seems pretty set and there isn’t any space.

4) McLaren. This I don’t see as very possible? I would love to see him in orange but they seem pretty set with Daniel and Lando. I think Daniel is probably going to ride out the end of his career there. Lando seems very integrated into the team and I can’t see him leaving unless he got a better offer like Merc. If Max didn’t end up taking the second Merc seat in the future and remains at RB then Lando might be given an offer which would open up a place that Pierre could possibly take. Do I count this as realistic? Not really, but it could happen. At McLaren I could see Pierre utilizing his potential.

5) Renault. This is one of the options that seems most realistic to me. They're set with Fernando for the next few years. If they decided, after 2021, to give the boot to Esteban, that would open up a place for Pierre in a French team that would love a French driver (they already have one but Pierre is a FRENCH WINNER). You know that teams loves their nationalism.... Anyways. Or, possibly, Fernando retires after two years (again lol) which would open up a seat for Pierre to take along Esteban. However, I don’t really see Esteban staying long term because Renault probably needs to put one of their Renault babies like Guanyu or Christian in there.

6) Williams. Lol. No.

7) Haas. I don’t see it happening really??? I have my reasons but my gut just says... Au revoir.

8) Racing Point. THIS. This I see as 100% 100% a possibility. Let’s say that Seb retires after two years--this would open up a seat. Pierre is a strong, consistent and stable driver who doesn’t make mistakes. Here he could really use his potential!! #PierreInGreen!!

9) Alpha Romeo. As I said... I really don’t see it. They seem pretty busy with all their young guys.

So to conclude, the future for Pierre lies at either Renault or Racing Point (less chance but possible includes Merc to McLaren). To not take up any more of your time, this is what I mean by Pierre being an incredible talent who may or may not get a chance at a higher team. He deserves to have more and to have a second chance. He has really proven himself and is pulling the absolutely maximum out of himself. I really want to see him with more, like he deserves.

Even Charles wanted him as his teammate at Ferrari back in April... that’s saying even more. Everyone on the grid except Esteban rate him highly as a person and as a driver. His potential deserves smth better. He has proven himself time and time again against everyone who told him he wasn't good enough and who still say it was all just luck. There exists luck. But firmer than luck, there exists skill.

Pierre Gasly is a race winner in an Alpha Tauri. Do not forget that.

#oh fuck this is long lol #pierre gasly #flood pressles box #sincerely anonymous

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Sabato - 23 Marzo 2019 - ore 04:36

It was 4am or probably way past that but it didn’t really matter. The night had been good, great even. It was a night full of drinking and dancing, two of their most favourite things. As the night came to an end the music got worse though, almost boring even and they were getting tired so they decided it was time to go home.

If you ever went out with a big group though, you know how much time it takes to say goodbye to everyone and to gather the people together who wanted to leave with you.

The third time Nico disappeared to say goodbye to yet another person, Filippo and Elia simply left the club and went to wait outside where they could smoke. Giovanni had gone with them but they lost him again somewhere in the crowd. Holy shit, this was exhausting. Now, they were standing outside of the club, just the two of them, waiting for the others.

— We should just leave — Filippo said, patting down his pockets for his cigarettes. Elia lit one of his, handed it to Filippo and lit another one for himself.

— No, we shouldn't. We are good friends, so we'll wait for them. — He stepped closer to Filippo, so close that their whole bodies were touching, seeking his warmth in the cold of the night.

— You're too good for this world, Filippo commented teasingly but didn't complain any further about having to wait.

all the love to @loving-nicotino! thank you for all your help with this <3

— Oh shit it's cold! — They suddenly hear Luca's voice from a few metres away, a voice that Elia could make out in hundreds of voices.

— Geez, Luchino, where's your jacket?

— I don't know, bro. I've been looking for it but I can't find it. — Luca said, approaching them visibly shivering. Elia laughed and hid his face against Filippo's chest.

— Damn, Fili, I can't help him. I tried everything but this kid is just a lost cause — Filippo chuckled quietly, took a drag from his cigarette and placed his free hand on Elia's back.

— You can't help all of them, you know? — He whispered in Elia's ear, causing Elia to laugh out loud.

Luca looked at them, upset, clearly about to say something in his defence but Elia didn't get to hear it.

— This is so disgusting — a hushed voice next to them suddenly said.

Elia flinched, his head snapping in the direction where the voice came from. He wasn’t entirely sure whether the statement was actually about Filippo and him.

— Come on, Daniele, leave it — a girl said to a guy who was looking disdainfully directly at Elia. She tried to turn him away from them.

So it had been about them. Elia freezes.

Filippo obviously hadn’t heard anything as he was still laughing at Luchino but Elia’s reaction made him look up. Elia didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t able to look away from this guy, he wasn’t able to say or do anything other than letting go of Filippo. He took a step back.

— You okay? — Filippo frowned and gripped Elia’s forearms that had been wrapped around his waist only seconds ago.

— I just don’t want to see it — The other guy said to his friends — They can be all gay and shit at home, in their bedroom, I don’t care, but nobody wants to see it.

This time, Filippo heard it as well. He face darkened and he turned, never letting go of Elia though.

— Then don’t look at them, look at me — the girl said and got onto her tiptoes to kiss him, obviously trying to distract her boyfriend. Their other friends were silent, some of them embarrassed, others just unfazed, but all of them were blatantly staring in any direction other than at Elia and Filippo, not saying anything.

— I can’t look anywhere else when they are just shoving it in my face — the guy went on. He was probably drunk - not that it was an excuse but it certainly didn’t do the situation any good either.

We didn’t even kiss. Elia thought, absolutely distressed.

— So what, you’re allowed to kiss your girlfriend in public but we’re not? — Filippo asked loudly. As soon as he spoke up, the group of friends started moving, walking away from them.

Luca only now understood what was happening, looking alarmed from one person to the other. — What did he say to you? — he asked Elia quietly but his question didn’t reach him, all eyes and ears on this one guy.

— Just leave it — One of the friends advised Filippo in a rather threatening tone, dragging Daniele along.

Elia just stood their, shaking. This time, it wasn’t because he was cold.

What had just happened?

— What did he say to you? — Luca asked again, watching the strangers go inside the bar.

— Nothing — Elia mumbled. Filippo turned to him.

— Fucking bastards! — He spit out, angrier than Elia has ever seen him before.

It was the first time that something like this happened to them. They had gotten weird stares, even disgusted stares before, but until now Elia had always laughed it off. He wasn’t even sure why but normally he just didn’t take it seriously. Filippo had once told him to concentrate on positivity, on his friends, on the people who accepted him and to think about how sad a life must be if you choose to hate love.

It was different now, though. Maybe because they were people of his age, maybe because it wasn’t in town, in the street, on the bus or on the metro - maybe it was different now because it was in front of a club where people were supposed to be celebrating happily, where people were supposed to have fun. Whatever it was, now he was genuinely bothered.

You knew this would happen eventually, he told himself, It’s shit, yes, but you knew homophobia is a thing. The problem was that no matter how sickening they were, it was still much easier to listen to the stories Filippo had told him than to experience it first hand. Nothing happened, Elia, calm down. They just said some fucked up stuff. Not even all of them, only one. You’re fine. Filippo is fine. Chill.

— Are you okay? — Filippo’s voice brought him out of his head, back into presence. Filippo had let go of Elia at some point but now, he reached out slowly as if he wanted to wait for Elia’s reaction first. When Elia didn’t move, he brushed some loose strands out of Elia’s face. They looked at each other and suddenly Filippo stepped forward and pulled Elia in a tight hug.

— Guys, I’m sorry, I would have said something if I had noticed earlier — Luca said guiltily.

— Don’t worry, Luchino — Elia responded in a small voice, so small that he wasn’t really sure if Luca has heard him.

For another moment, Elia didn’t really know what was happening. It was as if he was in shock, partly talking himself down and partly being angry at himself for not saying anything. For not sticking up for his relationship.

— I’m sorry I didn’t notice earlier — Filippo whispered into his ear. Elia smiled sadly.

— It’s okay, Fili, nothing really happened. I just didn’t expect it.

When he drew back to look at Filippo again, suddenly something shifted. Filippo’s face was so angry that Elia’s eyes widened.

— That’s the fucking problem, isn’t it? — Filippo spit out, upset. Elia flinched back, not sure anymore whether Filippo’s anger was still directed at the overall situation or at him, all of a sudden. — You shouldn’t have to be expecting it. You shouldn’t have to be prepared for this shit — Okay, at least it actually wasn’t Elia, Filippo was mad about. — We were just standing here, laughing and everything was fucking fine until this bastard came along and said some stupid comment. Hiding behind his fucking friends. Fucking coward. He wasn’t even brave enough to speak to us. I hate this so much. He gets to just walk past and talk some shit about how he should not have to see us kiss in public. And we didn’t even kiss, did we? No we didn’t! We were just standing here. Doing nothing. Nothing! He was so angry, his eyes were filled with tears now.

— Fili — Elia tried to calm him — It sucks, I know. But we’re fine. Nothing happened. It was a stupid guy, absolutely hammered probably. His own girlfriend wasn’t okay with what he said.

— That’s what pisses me off the most. None of them were really okay with what their own fucking friend said, Eli, but none of them was able to open their fucking mouth and speak up against their friend. Filippo looked at Elia, upset, angry but most of all sad. Sad and tired. Elia cupped his face and forced him to properly look at him. Suddenly, there was silence. Silence all around them. Elia searched his face, not really sure what he was looking for.

— Sorry, I just had to talk to Sofi real quick — Giovanni hurriedly approached them — I’m… Are you okay? Being the mother hen he was, no matter how much alcohol was flowing through his veins, he picked up that something was wrong within mere seconds.

Elia looked at Filippo first, then at Luca and then back at Giovanni. — Yeah, Gio, it’s fine, don’t worry. — He placed his hand on Filippo’s lower back, who was still fuming on the inside but apparently chose to stay quiet. — We’re taking off now, okay? We’ve been waiting for ages and I think we better get going.

Gio looked at them, worrying. — What was going on out here? — he asked, all joy and happiness, that had shown on his face not even a minute ago, gone now.

— Some homophobic bastards — Elia said, not really in the mood to talk about it. He wanted to calm Filippo down even though he had know idea how. This was all new but it was his number one priority right now, so Gio would have to wait for an explanation. — It’s fine though, nothing happened. I’ll talk to you later, okay?

Giovanni looked at him silently and then nodded. He had always known when to step back.

— Do you want us to go with you? — He offered. Elia smiled but shook his head no.

They walked next to each other in silence. Elia felt the urge to take Filippo’s hand but he didn’t know whether he was allowed to. He only wanted to go home, he didn’t care to which one, his or Filippo’s, he just wanted to be somewhere he knew they were safe.

When they were walking along a little alley, having wordlessly agreed to avoid the main streets, Elia couldn’t resist any longer. He stepped into Filippo’s way, put his hands on his cheeks and kissed him. It was all sweet, reassuring, tender kisses at first but as soon as Filippo kissed back, dragging Elia closer by the hip, the kisses got firmer, more demanding, more longing, more desperate. Filippo drew back after a while, kissing Elia on the temple and hugged him so tight that it would hurt wouldn’t it be so comforting at the same time.

— Why are you not upset? — Filippo asked quietly.

— I am. I was, at least. They are just not worth it. That’s what you always told me. — Elia answered, his hand stroking up and down his boyfriend’s back.

— I know

Filippo knew that, he knew all of it, but that didn’t change anything about how he felt tonight. They stood there for a while in a tight embrace. Elia has lost track of time by now, but it didn’t matter anyway. What did matter was the nagging thought in his mind that has never been there before tonight: please, please don’t let anyone see us.

He tried to silence it by thinking about their friends, by thinking about the LGBTQ+ centre where Filippo was volunteering, a place that he loved so much because it basically radiated acceptance and calmness. He tried thinking about how happy the two of them normally were, how much fun they had and how positive they were about basically everything. He tried thinking about their relationship, their love, about sparkling eyes and easy smiles. It wasn’t easy now but the thought was helping at least a little.

They spent the rest of the way in silence, never letting go of each other’s hand. They walked closely next to each other, they sat closely next to each other on the bus and Elia was basically plastered to Filippo’s back when they climbed up the stairs to Filippo’s apartment. Physical proximity was just so comforting.

Elia noticed that Filippo calmed down eventually. He lost more and more of his tense, angry expression.

By the time they stood next to one another in front of the sink, Elia leaning against Filippo, both brushing their teeth, he felt as though all the fury was gone. What was left was frustration and a deep, deep sadness.

— I wanna live on an island. — Filippo suddenly broke their silence after cleaning out his mouth, still bent over the sink. On an island where everyone is lgbt. No, that’s not right. You don’t have to be lgbt. Just nice. On an island where everyone is nice. Imagine that. Only nice people. Only tolerance and love, no hate.

Elia only nodded, lost in thought.

A few minutes later, when they laid down in bed, it was like they were finally able to breathe again. They immediately moved as close together as somehow possible, their whole bodies touching, their legs intertwined until they themselves couldn’t tell anymore where one began and where the other one ended.

— You know we basically have that island, right? — Now Elia was the one to break the silence. — Look at our friends. Your friends, my friends… Everyone is nice.

— It's a bubble, Eli. It's a fucking bubble. — Filippo hid his face between Elia’s neck and shoulder and Elia couldn’t tell if there were tears in his eyes again, which drove him mad.

— Let's appreciate that we have this bubble then. Our bubble. You know best that not everyone has that.

— But I want everyone to have it! — Filippo said so forcefully that Elia had to smile. He kissed Filippo’s hair, the only part of the body he was able to reach with his mouth.

— I know, love, and I’m sorry but global peace is not something the two of us can achieve in one night.

Filippo let out a little chuckle. — That sucks, man.

They were silent again.

Eventually Elia felt Filippo’s breath even out, the fatigue weighing them both down.

— I know I should ignore them — Filippo then whispered — that’s what I’m telling everyone. Sometimes it’s just harder than others. It’s so fucking frustrating.

— I hated to see you so angry and so… yeah… so frustrated. I’ve never seen you like this before — Elia whispered back, drawing soothing patterns on Filippo’s back.

— That’s what upset me the most — Filippo sighed and turned his head so he could squint at Elia. — I should have been the one to calm you down, not the other way around.

— But you did! — Elia insisted. — And anyway, who says that? Why would that be? Because you’re older? More experienced at homophobia? Is that it? That’s bullshit, Fili

Filippo pulled him impossibly closer.

— I guess, I’m fine when I’m dealing with it by myself but I hated that they offended you as well.

Elia smiled a sad smile and stroked Filippo’s neck. — You don’t have to protect me.

— I know, but I want you safe. Safe and happy and laughing and telling horrible jokes

Elia’s smile changed from sad to fond fairly quickly.

— You make me happy, Fili. And no bigot can ever change that.

When Elia woke up the next morning, the sun was already shining into their window. It was nice, though, not too hot but warm enough to lie there without a blanket, which was good for Elia, because Filippo had stolen it somewhen throughout the night. Elia fully turned towards him and watch him for a few seconds. He looked peaceful in his sleep, almost childlike if it wasn’t for the piercing in his lip. The piercing… Elia grinned dreamily. He would love to kiss it now but he didn’t want to wake Filippo up. Not after what happened last night. Filippo deserved to sleep as long as he could.

Elia’s mood fell instantly at the thought of the situation outside of the club but he fought against it. As hard as it seemed, but they had to get used to it. As long as nobody got threatened or even hurt, they couldn’t let it get to them. Not for the sake of these bigots and bullies, but for the sake of themselves. They couldn’t let their nights be ruined by homophobic assholes, Elia wouldn’t allow that.

He also wouldn’t allow that they ruined their mornings, which are so precious to Elia. They already took their night, he wouldn’t let them have their morning as well. Mornings with Filippo were always so sweet, so soft, so slow, no matter how little time they actually had. It was the best way to start a day, full of love. It warmed Elia’s heart just thinking about it.

Somewhere next to the bed, his phone vibrated shortly, signalling an incoming message. He he rolled over, careful not to disturb Filippo, and grabbed his phone which still was in the pocket of the jeans he has been wearing.

He smiled to himself when he saw the many messages that had come in since he had last checked.

Martino: (11:12) Love is stronger than hate, always remember that

Elia’s heart stuttered when he read Marti’s message. He stared at it, wondering since when Marti made use of such big words but he couldn’t bring himself to make fun of it because it was so lovely and it said it all, in one short sentence.

That was when he realised something: No matter, how hateful people were, they could never take this from them, they would never manage to take away their love, the only thing they achieved was that their love got stronger. And it did get stronger, Elia was sure of that because he would never forget all these little touches seeking for comfort on the bus, he would never forget the comfort he felt, holding Filippo when they were in bed last night, he would never forget how Filippo just clung to him, how they clung to each other. These little memories made Elia’s heart so full of love that it spilled over, filling his whole body with warmth.

Love is stronger than hate. Only now, Elia fully grasped the meaning of that statement and he looked at Filippo’s sleeping face so fondly, that his cheeks actually hurt from smiling.

He turned to look Marti’s text again.

— Damn, you’re right, Rametta — Elia whispered to himself and texted back two emojis: a heart and the gay pride flag.

He looked at Filippo again, repeating Love is stronger than hate over and over in his head, like a mantra. He wanted to never ever forget it.

After a while he decided to check all the other messages. He started opening the chats from the bottom, a habit about what Filippo always laughed and called him meticulous. Maybe he was, he didn’t care.

Gio: (05:14) Lu told me what happened Gio: (05:14) fucking motherfuckers Gio: (05:14) let me know if you need anything Elia: (11:19) I will, thanks Gio: (11:19) Same goes for Filippo Elia: (11:20) Thanks Gio, you’re the best <3

Luca: (05:32) I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything Elia Luca: (05:34) I didn’t understand what was going on at first Luca: (05:34) And then I didn’t know what to say and then it was over already Luca: (05:35) I’m sorry Elia: (12:21) It’s okay Luca Elia: (12:21) Honestly Elia: (12:21) Don’t worry Elia: (12:21) It’s not your fault anyway Elia: (12:22) I know you would have said something if you had noticed earlier Elia: (12:22) <3 Luca: (12:22) Okay Luca: (12:23) Next time I’ll kick their asses

Elia grinned at that. He had never seen Luca do such thing as kick someone’s ass but well, he was always open to surprises.

Elia: (12:24) Haha, can’t wait to see that Elia: (12:24) Thanks buddy <3 love you Luca: (12:24) Always

Elia smiled when suddenly he felt movement next to him and there was an arm, wriggling out from under the blanket, finding its way around his waist and feebly pulling him closer.

— Morning, love — Filippo mumbled, his voice raspy from sleep, his eyes still partly closed.

Elia put his phone aside, shifted closer and found his way under the blanket. He snuggled up against his boyfriend, resting his head on Filippo’s chest.

— Good morning — He whispered back.

And it was exactly that: a good morning.

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Listed: Tomás Nochteff (Mueran Humanos)

Mueran Humanos, an Argentinian duo now based in Berlin, mixes post-punk, industrial-inflected synth explorations, garage rock and psychedelia. Carmen Burguess and Tomás Nochteff share vocal duties and play a very basic line-up of instruments: bass, synths, drum machines and samplers. In his review for Dusted, Andrew Forell called their latest, Hospital Lullabies, “a thrilling concoction of electronic, industrial, bass-driven body music fueled by the transgressive spirit of a DAF or a Psychic TV.” Here, Tomás presents his list of visionary music.

A list of visionary music

What is a visionary? Visions can come in dreams, in journeys to other worlds, in hallucinations. They can be the product of will, of a derangement of the senses, or they can come uninvited to save you or to haunt you and destroy your mental balance, even your life. It can be heavenly, or hellish, but to be authentic visions they have to be otherworldly. And to be visions rather than just imagination, they must have an element of truth. Not literal truth, like “that wall is green,” but a different kind of truth, the one that´s expressed in symbols, in metaphors, in omens and obsessions. In “Heaven and Hell,” Aldous Huxley analyzed the visions of people under the influence of psychedelic drugs, the visions of mystics and the visions of schizophrenics. He found fundamental parallels and concluded that they must have been visiting the same places. These people are not merely hallucinating, but they are perceiving another reality, visiting a different world, or maybe they are perceiving the world as it really is. And he quotes Jung on this: “schizophrenics and mystics are on the same ocean, but schizophrenics are drowning and mystics are swimming.” A visionary could be a mix of all these archetypes. Like Philip K Dick: was he on drugs? Yes. Was he mad? Yes. Was he seeking enlightenment? Yes. Had his visions an element of truth? No doubt about it. Were his visions revelations? To some extent, yes.

On our last album, Hospital Lullabies, the songs deal with all these different experiences on the journey to another world and on the invasion from another world into everyday life, with its horror and its beauty, the agony and the ecstasy. And how one copes, or doesn´t, with it.

So to celebrate it, I made a list of music that I do consider visionary. There’s madmen, there’s mystics and there’s psychonauts, all possible combinations of the three archetypes and everything in between.

Pharoah Sanders—“The Creator has a Masterplan” (Impulse)

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I don´t know much about cosmic jazz, or any jazz for that matter, but what I know is that this record is pure bliss. “Harvest Time,” on Pharoah is another masterpiece. Alice Coltrane and Don Cherry are also incredible. This is music of the spheres; it has the touch of God.

Rudimentary Peni—CacophonyI (Outer Himalayan Records)

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One of the few perfect punk bands ever, for lots of reasons. The bass lines are extraordinary, for example. But they belong here because of schizophrenic member Nick Blinko: incredible artist & novelist, obsessed with Catholicism and the supernatural horror. A guy who stopped his medication to force himself into a psychotic crisis just to write an album. Hero. Martyr.

Nico— “Janitor of Lunacy” (Cherry Red Records)

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For me, Nico was the best and more underrated of all Velvets (and we love Velvet Underground as much as anyone). Also, the production from John Cale on her records is probably his best work too, or at least among his best. I feel that she is not appreciated enough. Iggy said that meeting her changed him. I suspect that´s true for all her famous friends: Bowie, Lou Reed, John Cale, Leonard Cohen, etc. They were all larger-than-life characters. And we know there is an element of self-built mythology on all that, a bit of acting. There is nothing wrong with that; rock and roll at its best is a complete artform and we must appreciate this self-built mythology as part of their craft. But with Nico you don´t get that feeling. She seemed that she didn´t care about her image, she was born Nico and I suspect that in that sense she inspired them all to no end. She was the genuine article. One of our main loves in music. Essential with a capital E.

Coil—“I Don’t Want To Be The One”

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Jhonn Balance wanted to be a magician, and he died trying. I think he succeed in building a shamanic body of work with the help of the great late Sleazy and a myriad of brilliant contributors. Coil´s music at its best it´s like a plasma between worlds, or a very, very good psychedelic drug. My most beloved electronic/industrial/post-industrial project ever and one of our main influences. This performance is superb.

Lungfish — Feral Hymns

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I´m not interested in DC post hardcore per se, and I don´t have any tattoos. I shouldn´t care about Lungfish the way I do, but they knock me out every single time. Daniel Higgs is a seer. I don´t know what he is talking about, but at the same time, my gut knows exactly what he is talking about. He speaks in images, like Tarot, like the religious painters, like Rimbaud and San Juan de la Cruz. His delivery is supreme. Raw and fragile, yet powerful and precise. Over circular, repetitive, minimal structures of music that have a haunting, arresting effect. Hypnotic, magical, devotional music. Either you get it, or you don´t. I can´t explain it. That´s the beauty of it, I suppose. And the truly mark of the visionary artist.

Ghedalia Tazartes—“Une Éclipse Totale De Soleil Part 2”

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Ghedalia for me represents the pure, untouched, sui generis artist. Applying the techniques of musique concrete to the ancient folk music of the Sephardic Jews with a raw energy that usually you can only find in punk, or blues. I see in him an archetype, the Fool card in the Tarot. The madman that opens the gates of heaven and hell, gives himself to these supreme energies and survives only because of his perfect innocence.

OM—“Sinai (live at Sonic City)”

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Maybe the greatest rock band of the last 20 years. Here with Robert Aiki Aubrey Lowe to maximum effect.

Charlemagne Palestine—Live in Holland 1998

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Like Ghedalia, Charlemagne Palestine is a Jewish artist that works in the avant garde field but subverts it with the tradition of his folk music instead of sticking to the cold, cerebral, rational program of academia. He has his own world. Watch this and you will understand what I am talking about.

Virgin Prunes—Excerpts from Sons Find Devils/“Walls of Jericho”

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There is a VHS tape called Sons Find Devils, comprised of live shows and short experimental films (some of them made by Balance, from Coil). I had it as a teenager and watched it countless times. Sadly, it is not complete on YouTube or elsewhere but here are some small extracts. With their heretic mix of Irish Catholic imagery, Irish Paganism, Bataille, performance art and post punk, the Virgin Prunes made a unique and extraordinary body of work. A testament of its importance is that Gavin Friday was guest singer of two bands in this list: The Fall and Coil. And Mr. Scott Walker himself invited him to sing on a play. Maybe the historians ignore them, but Mark E. Smith, Scott Walker and Coil knew where it’s at, didn´t they? Their record If I die I die is a masterpiece. Produced by Colin Newman from Wire, no less, if you need more validation.

Boredoms—Vision Creation Newsun

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I like some of the more comical, early work of Boredoms, but with Super AE and this one they got me. They got serious and spiritual, channeling Alice Coltrane, tribal drumming, kraut rock and noise into a glorious, euphoric sound. Maybe they are not visionaries, but their music can produce visions. I saw them around 2005 (on acid) with the three drummers line up, still in this phase. I remember thinking “this is what cavemen had in mind when they invented music.” I actually saw it, with my eyes closed. Early humans. In caves. Inventing music. God bless LSD.

Aphrodite´s Child — 666

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The one record I bought for the cover only, it cost me 50 cents, best deal of my life. A concept album about the apocalypse. Easy contender for the best psychedelic rock album of all time. Pet Sounds? Get outta here. An absolute masterpiece.

Tim Buckley—Starsailor

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Tim Buckley is a mystery. He died too young. How he went from his L.A. folk rock first album to the absolute unique sound of Starsailor and Lorca is impossible to understand and a miracle of music. All six records in between are masterpieces. He was possessed by genius and has the most beautiful voice. I don´t know much about him, but his music put me out there.

Sun Ra—Night Music 1989

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Watch this. Space is The Place, indeed.

Pescado Rabioso—Artaud

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This guy, Luis Alberto Spinetta, is considered by many to be the most important rock musician in my country. So being an arrogant teenage punk, or whatever, of course that alone was enough to reject him altogether without even thinking. But a couple of years ago I was blown away by a book of poems he published in 1978. Incredibly beautiful, unique and sophisticated poetry. I recently started, too late, to listen to his music. This is one of his most famous and revered records. It´s dedicated to, and inspired by Antonin Artaud, who tried and failed to reach the mystic enlightenment, generating a body of work in the process which is a testament to his spiritual ambition, his radical rejection of the material world and his pain. Spinetta understood this, he said the record was trying to find an answer to Artaud, a way out of it, a way out of the pain. It´s psychedelic music of the highest order. The lyrics are incredible but you can enjoy it even without understanding them.

Dead Can Dance—Dyonisios

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I kept forgetting this band exists. This new album is great. I listened to it non-stop during last Winter/Spring. It´s the perfect time because the record is about Dyonisios, so as a soundtrack for the rebirth of Nature it´s perfect. Probably their best work in years. Sublime.

The Fall—“Garden” (Live at the Hacienda, Manchester, UK, 1984)

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No list of visionary rock and roll would be complete without Mark E. Smith. Famously he said, “I used to be a psychic but I drank my way out of it.” Indeed, there was a time, between 1978-1990, when he was possessed by something, injecting realism with mysticism, mixing high and low planes, exposing the supernatural forces that hides in the cracks of everyday life. He never talks about hell neither heaven, but rather the way they mix and manifest here on Earth. You’ve got countless of bands using occult/mystic imagery, and you know it´s nice but it´s just a game. You’ve got thousands of bands referencing Burroughs and the cut-up technique, but no one can write as Burroughs did. MES did it. MES wasn´t playing. He was a realist of the augmented reality, he told it like it is, in his fragmented, hallucinatory, unpretentious, visionary prose poetry.

There is a lot in his lyrics that can be read in a mystic, occult way. He left a lot of clues for the ones that can read them. His texts are kaleidoscopic, and they reflect what´s in your mind, really. I think he will be recognized with time as the great experimental writer that he actually was rather than merely an angry Mancunian punk. He had more in common with someone like Iain Sinclair than with any other rock musician. One of my favorite web sites is The Annotated Fall, where fans analyze his lyrics in depth. Pay a visit if you can, I can´t recommended it enough. In many ways, he was too intelligent for rock and roll, and that´s why he was misunderstood, but he didn´t care, he believed in constant work, never explain, never apologize. The Fall took all the best things in rock and roll: Can, Velvet Underground, punk, Captain Beefheart, and pushed it to the next level. Our favorite rock group ever.

Huun Hur Tu — “Prayer”

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I tried to stick to Western, modern music but I can´t help including this.

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glitterrhowell · 5 years

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Chapter 32

title: Seized

Co-author: fadingcrystalvoid

Pairing: Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil (Phan

Word count: 1.6k

Warning/Genre: Rape/extreme violence/ depression/PTSD/Degradation/torture/ Non-consensual pretty much everything/Little!Dan/Daddy!Phil/Kidnapping

Summary: It started out as a fun day at the park but it ended in terror. Phil takes his little Dan to the park and while Phil is not looking, Dan suddenly gets kidnapped. What will happen to Dan? Will Phil ever see his boyfriend again? Did Phil have something to do with it? Heavy trigger warning

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Dan was tired. Insanely so. He couldn’t sleep. He didn’t know why; it was two hours after dinner and he was still wide awake. Eric and Kate had started putting him to bed earlier, saying he needed the extra sleep. He knew not to argue or Phil would give him a punishment. Not that he’d seen Phil recently.

Either way, it was an hour after his bedtime, and he was still wide awake. When he closed his eyes, he remembered the pictures of disfigured faces, young boys who, like Dan, had made the mistake of following his heart instead of his brain.

Even though he was meant to be sleeping, he pulled out his paper and crayons. Twenty minutes later, he’d finished three drawings, each of a different boy, the same mangled faces and limbs. He clutched pooh into his arms as he climbed out of bed, the slightly crumpled papers in his other hand. He wanted Lela. She’d know what to do; she always helped when he wasn’t feeling the best.

He wandered through the empty quiet corridors, occasionally a nurse running past or some other patients walking towards their rooms. A hand wrapped around his upper arm and he squealed, trying to wiggle away.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” the voice said calmly, grip loosening on his arm.

“Want mummy,” he mumbled in reply, tears already beginning to slip down his cheeks. He didn’t know this person. She was dressed in a blue button-down shirt and blue pants, making her seem like a nurse, but Dan knew appearances could be deceiving. Sir had seemed nice when he offered Dan the puppy.

“I can take you to her,” the woman said but Dan shook his head.

“No,” he mumbled, pulling his arm from her now-loose grip. “Leave me alone!”

Dan took off and ran through the hallway, turning different corners that seemed vaguely familiar but he knew weren’t really.

“Whoa, Dan, slow down,” a voice said. Eric.

“Where mummy!?” Dan demanded.

“Danny, calm down, okay? I’ll take you to Lela,” he said carefully.

Dan linked his hand with Eric and swung them as they walked towards the offices.

Eric knocked on the door for them and waited. And waited. It became clear Lela wasn’t in her office and Eric hoped she hadn’t left to go home yet. She didn’t usually leave until after Dan had gone to sleep, just to make sure there were no complications. Of course, Dan was supposed to be asleep by this point. Eric hoped he didn’t have to turn to the night staff. There was nothing wrong with them directly, they just didn’t really have much experience with Dan and tended to treat him like the adult he appeared to be.

An army of nurses rushed past them at that point and Dan insisted they followed. Eric didn’t argue, knowing it was the quickest way to a tantrum. And besides, what harm could come from following the nurses?

Two Hours Earlier…

Phil blinked his tired eyes open. The room was dark, only a small lamp on in the corner. His eyes focussed and he saw two guards in the room, one guarding the door and the other by the window. He instinctively tried to pull his hands up to rub the sleep from his eyes but was met with the cold resistance of metal handcuffs. He groaned, dropping his head back onto the pillow. He couldn’t even remember how he ended up here; his head throbbed with every thought he had.

Surely this wasn’t solitary. It was much too comfortable, with the bed and lamp. Besides, why would there be a window and what appeared to be a regular door in a solitary cell? It’d been a long time since Phil had seen something so simple, something with no locks. Without his control, tears came to his eyes. He didn’t understand why something so simple as a door could bring tears to his eyes. And his head hated it too if the knives stabbing his brain were anything to go by.

There was a knock at the door and it swung open, causing a large wave of light to swim into the room. He hissed before coughing, his throat burning all the while.

“Ah, Mr Lester, you’re awake,” a much-too-kind voice said. He nodded his head a little, informing the mysterious voice that he could hear them.

“I’m Dr Mander. How are you feeling?” the woman stepped closer and Phil watched with sore eyes as she adjusted some of the wires and machinery.

He made a rumbling sound low in his throat, hoping to warm it up enough that he could speak with slightly less pain. It didn’t work. “Bad,” he choked out, puffing as he did so. Breathing was getting steadily harder to do and it was scaring him.

“You’re breathing is rather staggered. Does it hurt?” the doctor observed, looking at the diagram that was measuring his pulse and breathing.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, hoping she could hear him.

“I’ll call a nurse to bring in some stronger pain medication for you,” she responded. She pressed a few buttons on the machines and pulled her walkie-talkie to her mouth, asking for a morphine bag to be to room 372.

He’d gathered that he was in a hospital as soon as she’d introduced herself but that didn’t mean he understood why he was here. It must have been bad; Phil had witnessed people being beaten to a pulp before while guards stood there pretending not to notice. To take him to the hospital - and not even the prison infirmary - whatever happened must have been severe.

“So, do you remember anything?” the doctor asked, taking a seat after scribbling onto the clipboard in her hand.

He shook his head, not wanting to have to verbalise anything. The nurse had come in and changed out his fluid bag but according to Dr Mander, that wasn’t the morphine bag.

“Officer White, would you mind explaining what happened so Mr Lester can remember?”

The man by the door - who Phil now knew was Officer White - ran his fingers through his light hair, sighing loudly.

“He got beat up. Don’t know what else there is to say,” he explained. It wasn’t much help really.

“White, don’t be like that,” the other guard who was no longer by the window said. “Phil, you got ganged. During pre-dinner free time Kide and his gang found you while you - we think - were on your way to the showers. We don’t really know what happened since no guards were there but they definitely did some damage,” he explained.

“Thanks, Officer Jewel,” the doctor said.

“Yeah, thanks,” Officer White added. He didn’t sound as sincere though; his tone told Phil it was most likely sarcastic.

“Mummy!” Dan shouted, letting go of Eric’s hand and running up to Lela.

“Hi, Danny. What are you doing still awake?” she asked.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he mumbled, face still pressed into her shoulder.

“What have you got here?”

“Drawings!” he suddenly said, excited. “For you!” He held out the pictures and Lela couldn’t help but feel a little sick.

“And who are these, Dan?”

“Can’t say.”

Lela shooed Eric away with a smile and began leading Dan to her office.

“And why is that?”

“Hurt like them if say,” Dan explained. That was what he’d said the past two times he’d given her drawing of people and she’d asked the same questions.

Lela unlocked her office door, annoyed that she couldn’t go home and sleep but knew she had to get to the bottom of this first.

“I’d like to do another session with you, Dan,” she said carefully. He’d mostly gotten used to the hypnosis again but that didn’t mean he never argued.

“Okay, Mummy!” Dan agreed happily, lying down on the couch and cuddling Pooh to his chest.

“Ready?”

“Yes Mummy,” Dan responded, already closing his eyes.

And so she began the steps to take him into his subconscious. Speaking light and airy, allowing him to travel deeper and deeper into his mind. When she had her papers ready and she was sure Dan was deep in his subconscious, she began the questioning.

“I want you to go back to the cabin, Dan,” she whispered, forming a dot on her page. “Are you there?”

“Uh huh,” Dan mumbled.

“Do you remember seeing anyone else when you were there? Any boys and girls like you?”

“In pictures,” he said. “Was alone most the time. Unless Sir-” he cut off.

“Unless Sir what?” she prodded.

“Sir hurt,” he whimpered.

“Okay. We don’t have to talk about that, okay? Do you know who the people in the pictures were?”

“No,” he whispered, clutching Pooh impossibly closer to his chest.

“Can you describe them for me?”

“Uh huh,” Dan agreed. Lela quickly set up her phone to record this. “One boy with curly hair. Green eyes. Like Pj. Dark skin,” Dan said. “Two boy, twin. Me twin.” Lela sighed. Dan really wasn’t making much sense and his descriptions would do no good to the artists at the police station. “Three. Three girl.” Dan shivered. “She gone. Like one ‘n’ two.”

“What do you mean by gone?”

“No air. Air no go in body,” Dan said. Lela watched to make sure Dan was breathing and it’s clear he was.

“Do you mean they were dead?”

“Mhmm,” Dan hummed. “Sir do same to me if no find.”

“If we didn’t find you Sir would have killed you?”

“Say. Say kill me,” Dan whimpered.

“Are you sure you don’t remember any of the kids’ names?”

Dan shivered again.

“Nico. Nico Howell.”

#daniel howell #daniel howell fanfiction #phil lester #phil lester fanfiction #seized #fading-crystal-void

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Chapter 15: Detective Work

Jack and Nico head into the city to gather intel on their new foe, only to run into something they never expected...

The bustling underground of our city was always loud, but today, it seemed even more so. It was abnormally hot for an October day, which occupied the majority of conversations on the subway around us. Sure, Daniel could jump from rooftop to rooftop, but me and Nico? We resigned to take the subway. Not like we had much of a choice. Nico was occupying herself with a game, but I couldn’t stop my mind from racing.

What were this guy’s abilities? Who even was this guy? Villain? Probably, based on the accounts Daniel had told us… but why was he terrorizing the streets? Trying to send a message? It just seemed like random acts of violence. Like a kid lashing out…

“Jack!” Nico’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Dude, I’ve been trying to get your attention for like, five minutes, what’s up with you?”

“Ah. Sorry, I was just thinking… I always wanted to be a detective when I was a kid, but never thought I’d be doing it to find some supervillain. If you can even call this guy that.”

“He was shakin’ down some random guy in the streets! Sounds pretty darn heinous t’ me!”

“Right, but that’s my point. Is he just robbing people? Is there some sort of bigger goal here? Either way, he needs to be stopped, sure, but… what if there’s no rhyme or reason to it? Maybe he’s just lashing out?”

The train came to a stop near the business district, and as we made our way up the stairs to the main streets, a familiar sign came into view. La Casetta, the restaurant run by Cyrus and Emma, was just ahead of us. “Hey Nico, let’s start there. Maybe Cyrus has seen something.”

“Ohh, good idea. Plus, I’m kinda hungry, let’s go!”

The restaurant itself wasn’t very big, it was just a small diner, off the main roads just enough that it wasn’t too surprising that there were only a few customers at the time we entered. Nico and I took a seat at the bar, where Emma was gently rocking Freya in her arms as she spotted us. “Oh! Hey, you two! What brings you in here today?”

“My craving for a good burger, mostly,” was Nico’s immediate response.

“That, and we were hoping to ask a few questions while we were here,” I made sure to clarify.

“Ohhh, doing a little detective work?” Emma flashed a grin. “Hang on, lemme take your orders and have Cyrus start on those, then I’ll answer whatever questions you guys have… well, as best as I can, anyway.”

With our orders put in, I pulled the notepad from my backpack. “So, we were hoping to get some insight into some events going on in the business district. We’re uh… doing a report, on events going on in Stratos, for school. Have you noticed anything going on lately?”

Emma tapped her chin in thought, “Well… I guess there’s been reports of muggings going on recently…” Bingo, “You guys should stay safe, by the way. Don’t go alone and don’t go down any dark alleys, okay?”

Before I could ask my next question, she blurted out, “Oh, I meant to ask.. Where’s Daniel? You three are usually inseparable, you didn’t come out here with him, what’s the deal?”

“Oh, uh…,” Nico hesitated as if she wasn’t sure if she should say anything, “He’s sick…?”

Emma and Cyrus, who’d just brought out our food, shared a look of concern. “Is that right?” Cyrus was the first between them to speak. “Em, why don’t you take some of that soup in the fridge to him?” He turned to us, “I’ll answer your questions for now.”

“You got it. I’ll take Freya with me.” She smiled as she walked away to quickly gather her things, baby included, and head for the door, but as she reached the exit…

“Babe, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Huh? Oh, right!” Emma dashed across the restaurant floor over to Cyrus, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Love you, bye,” She said as she dashed off once more.

“Emma!”

“What??”

Cyrus raised an eyebrow as he raised a set of car keys into view, a teasing smirk forming on his face, which caused Emma’s face to turn red. “Oh…” She said sheepishly as she walked over, taking the keys from him, “Thanks. I love you, bye!” And back out the door she was, little Freya waving from her place in Emma’s arms.

“Bah bye!!”

“I love you too. Bye bye, Freya.” Cyrus waved to them before turning back to us, “So, you’re looking into stuff around here?”

“Right, we were hoping you might know some things about-” The bell on the door rang, signaling a customer walking in. Shit. Maybe our questioning would have to wait.

“Hang on a sec, I’ll get this customer then I can help.” He turned to the customer. “Welcome in! Need a menu?”

“Nah, I’ll just have my usual. Those chocolate chip pancakes and some coffee, cream and sugar please.” We watched as the customer sat down not too far from us at the bar.

Leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders, and a head full of dyed neon green hair. His septum was pierced, and he carried himself with an air of someone who wasn’t to be messed with, or, at least, that’s how people wanted to perceive him.

“Got it, comin right up.” Cyrus left to go prep his food, leaving us alone with the guy who left our best friend injured.

And to think he had no idea who we were.

#hero's dawn arc #jack pov

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