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The Transfer Auction 1 - Vince

Once every month, late on the first Sunday evening, an auction would be held. But this was no ordinary auction. It was held at a secret location that only few knew about. Those people were either those that were extremely wealthy or those who were brought to the auction to ‘compete’. It took place in a rather large showroom with a huge luxurious stage at front. There were multiple rows of chairs seated before the stage, many of which were already filled by those eager for the show to start. As this was the men’s auction, naturally the entire crowd was made of rich men. The kind of rich you’d be able to sense at a single glance. High end tailored suits, designer clothes, expensive watches. The type of men that could spend thousands and hardly bat an eye. And yet, because of its unique and fascinating nature, this auction had drawn them all here. Because at this auction they could buy something they wouldn’t be able to buy anywhere else. So naturally when the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted with applause while a man made his way to the left side of the stage where the podium sat.

“Good evening everyone! My name is Gavin Alexander and I’ll be your host for the night!” He announced via the microphone.

“I can’t help but notice just how many of you there are so I suppose it’s only appropriate for me to say that this is a private event. AKA don’t be telling any poor folk about where we’re situated.” He laughed, getting a chuckle out of the small crowd. “But seriously, don’t. If we have to deal with the public then that means less fun for all of us!” He added, to which the audience murmured in agreement. “However, with that out of the way, let’s get this show started!” The crowd applauded once more as the stage lit up with spotlights, preparing for what was to come.

Moments later a group of ten men came onto stage, all in nothing but tight speedo and a number so that nothing was left to the imagination. The men varied slightly in age with the youngest looking around 20 years old and the oldest seeming to be in his 40’s. They also varied in height, appearance and race but the one thing that remained consistent throughout all ten men was that they were in great shape. Some of them were huge bodybuilder size, some were super lean with defined abs while others sat somewhere in between. Regardless, they were hunks to say the least.

The host walked over towards the first man in line. “As some of you may already know, this first group of men are our professionals. This means they’ll have a few guidelines which they’ll share with you as we proceed. After this our second group of men will be our criminal group who’ve been ordered to take part in addition to their sentences. As such these men don’t have the luxury of setting guidelines and so everything is up for grabs with them.” He stated clearly with a wide smile before making his way across the stage to the first hunk in line. “Now, to our first professional of the night, Mr Chase Adams! What are your terms?” He asked

“Well I’m cool with transferring muscle, body fat, hair and all that stuff. Only things that are off the table for me I’d say are genitals and anything to do with my face.” Chase listed off and as soon as he did the bidding began at around 400 grand. Many of the spectators eager to win a chance to ‘transfer’ with the well proportioned, fair skinned hunk. But one man in the crowd wasn’t the least bit interested in Chase.

Vince Hamlin. He wore a casual grey suit that hugged his lean form and honestly made him seem a little underdressed when compared to some of the other men in the audience. He was easily identifiable by his bald head while also keeping a nicely trimmed beard that framed his handsome looks perfectly. Vince sighed as he waited for the bidding of Chase to come to a close. The quicker they got to the sixth man in line, the better. Number six was only one Vince really had his eye on.

For the next half an hour or so Vince sat either on his phone or using his bidding paddle as a fan while he waited. Watched as the host defended down the line of hunks. The one after Chase was an asian man who had the face of a super model with an incredible swimmer's body. After him was another white dude who was the smallest of the bunch and prided himself on being so thin and lean. Vince couldn’t help noticing how more of the overweight men in the crowd began bidding once the guy mentioned body fat transferral was on the table. At last however he found himself sitting up a little straighter when the host finally approached the sixth man in line.

“Next up is Mr Darius Crawford and by the looks of it he’s our biggest man here tonight! But before we start fighting over him, what are your terms Mr Crawford?” He asked the hunk.

Just as the host had said, Darius was easily the largest contestant out of the group. He was huge all over with massive imposing muscles along with rich ebony skin and dark hair, not to mention being incredibly tall. Some of the gay men in the crowd were practically drooling at his mere presence, Vince included though he tried to hide it. “For me, the things that are off limits are my genitals, my race and my age in either direction. Besides that everything else is up for grabs.” He spoke with a deep, masculine tone into the mic before giving a thumbs up to the audience.

“You heard him folks!” The host said as he turned towards the audience again. “Now how about we start the bidding at… let’s say Six Hundred Grand? That sound fair Darius?” He turned back towards the bodybuilder who gave a satisfactory nod. “Six Hundred Grand it is!”

Right away people in the crowd began raising their paddles. 650K, 700K, 800K, 950K! The number kept rising and it was no surprise considering Darius seemed to be the grand prize of tonight’s professional selection. Just as the numbers were reaching the mid one millions however, Vince raised his paddle and shouted “Four Million!” There were a few glances in his direction, people slightly surprised at the sudden jump in bid.

“Going once!” The host beamed in Damian’s direction. “Going Twice!” He added. “Any more bid’s!? This is your last chance! Goin-” before he could finish he was interrupted by another bidder.

“Five Million!” Shouted a 60-something year old man.

“Seven Million!” Another one screamed with his paddle in the air.

“Twelve Million!!!” One more chimed in.

These bidders were persistent. More so than Vince had expected. Then again most of them are middle aged dudes with far too much money on their hands so he should’ve anticipated this. What he’d thought might’ve scared the other bidders off had only made them more desperate as the numbers only went into higher and higher millions. And so with a big sigh he threw his paddle up again and shouted “TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILLION!!!”

The host and the audience were stunned. “T-two hundred and fifty… million? I don’t think we’ve ever had a bid that high on one person before.” The host muttered before quickly trying to regain his composure. “Going once!” He began. “Going Twice! Any last competitor’s?!” There was a brief moment of silence and… nothing. “Sold! To the handsome gentleman in the grey suit!” He announced proudly with wonder in his voice.

Damian practically fell back into his seat, grateful that he didn’t have to increase his bid any higher. “Fuck this had better be worth it…” he grumbled to himself before resigning to sit through the remaining men on stage.

After that the bidding returned to normal. The host continued down the line of remaining hunks on the stage as each of them sold for a decent price around a million or so but none bothered to bid much higher. After all, everyone could tell Darius was the biggest prise to be won, literally, and Damian had already secured that bag. And so it wasn’t long before the tenth and final man in line was sold meaning the show could continue on to its next phase.

“Alright everyone! That’s all of our professionals tonight!” The host announced. “They’ll all be ready and waiting for those of you that one the bids but before that we have our second wave of men!” With that the professional made their way off stage to make room for the next group. Moments later ten more men were escorted on stage by the security. Like the professionals they were clad in nothing but speedos however, unlike the professionals, not all of them had huge sculpted physiques to show off. Two of them had decently impressive bodies but the rest varied. Some of them just looked average while a couple were slightly overweight. One of them was just a straight up bear with how huge and hairy he was. “Here we have tonight’s criminal selection! As previously mentioned these are men who’ve been ordered to be here by the court as part of their sentences which means anything is up for grabs!” It wasn’t surprising to Vince that this group had to be practically dragged on stage. There was no way in hell they wanted to be here but then again it was their own faults…

The bidding began with the host introducing the first criminal in line but Vince wasn’t the least bit interested. He’d already gotten what he came for so he pretty much just zoned out for the rest of the bidding. Most of the criminals had much lower starting bids than the professionals due to them not being in quite as peak physical condition. The two fittest men out of the group certainly had the highest bids to begin with them both starting at 100K. The bearish man however, though his starting bid was relatively low at around 40K, the audience got surprisingly competitive. In the end he was sold for a whopping Eight Million. Vince supposed some people in the crowd were quite eager to look a little more butch…

Eventually the tenth man of the criminal group was sold, much to Vince and every other winner’s delight. “And with that, the bidding part of tonight’s event comes to close!” The host stated. “Those of you who won the bids, please allow members of our staff to escort you to where you need to be. Everyone else feel free to help yourselves to the buffet. There’s plenty of food and drinks that are all on the house as a thank you from us for attending tonight!”

Vince got up from his chair and made his way over towards a group of staff with the other winners. The staff checked the numbers and each winner’s paddle to make sure everything was in order. Once that was taken care of they were led through a pair of double doors and down a long corridor with ten rooms on each side. Rooms 1A and 1B came first, on the left and right of the corridor respectively. The winner of the first professional bid was taken into 1A while the winner of the first criminal bid was taken into 1B. This pattern continued down the hallway with winners being taken into rooms that corresponded with whichever bid they’d won until they finally reached rooms 6A and 6B.

“Right this way sir.” One of the staff kindly ushered Vince towards 6A while the remaining winners continued down the hallway. Once inside he was shocked by the large futuristic looking machine that took up most of the room. It was a massive device that was connected to two chairs, both of which seemed to have some kind of helmet above them that was directly wired to the machine. He’d never seen anything quite like it… and they had at least twenty of these things?? It was only then that he finally noticed Darius, the gigantic hunk he’d won in the bid. He’d been sat patiently waiting since the professional bid ended and was eager to get up and greet Vince.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr…?” Darius began, holding out a large hand.

“Mr Hamlin. But you can just call me Vince.” The rich man responded before shaking Darius’s hand. “So I assume you’ve done this before?”

“Once yeah. A couple years ago.” Darius confirmed. “It didn’t hurt or anything. You just feel a bit weird for a while after as you try to adjust.” He explained rather nonchalantly. “And thank you by the way. I never imagined someone would bid that much for me. I know the organisers take 40% but that’s still one hundred and fifty million my way… I can’t thank you enough.”

Vince smirked as his eyes scanned over the hulking man’s form once again. “Your body is all the thanks I need.” He then turned his attention to the staff in the room with them. “So what’s next?” He asked. The staff explained that all they needed to do now was agree on what was being transferred. After that they just needed to get seated and the machine would do the rest.

“So what’s it gonna be?” The hunk prompted, taking a couple steps back to allow Vince a chance to take in everything that was up for offer.

“Your muscle. I want as much of it as you can give.” Vince didn’t hesitate for a second. He knew exactly what he wanted and who could blame him. Darius was a monster with how massive he was. “It’s always been a dream of mine to be huge like you. I’ve worked out a lot over the years but I’ve always struggled to put on any decent size. But now… suddenly it’s all possible.” Vince had to try and stop himself from salivating over the pure adonis before him. If he hadn’t been imagining having all that muscle for himself, he’d have been picturing himself fucking Darius’s huge muscle ass instead. If he didn’t have so much restraint he’d certainly have a boner right now.

Darius didn’t mind the lustful stares the other man was giving him. He wasn’t gay but, with how much this guy was paying him, he couldn’t really complain. “Yeah I figured you’d say that. I am pretty huge huh?” He gave one of arms a quick flex. “Was there anything else you had in mind?”

Vince thought about it for a second as he looked up at the giant before him. That’s when it hit. “How about some of your height as well? I’m 5’10 but I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be over 6 foot and you look like you’ve got plenty to spare.”

He wasn’t wrong. Last he’d checked Darius was about 6’5 and was usually one of, if not, *the* tallest man in a room. “Depends. How much you thinkin’?”

“How does 5 inches sound?”

Darius went back and forth in his head for a moment. 5 inches wasn’t too much right? He’d still be about 6 foot afterwards… “Alright, fine. 5 inches. But no more!” Darius put his foot down on that. He might’ve been getting paid a lot but he wasn’t about to drop down to 5’11 or below. He was a tall fucker and he wanted it to stay that way. Thankfully Vince seemed more than satisfied with that.

Just then some of the staff chimed in. “Alright so we’ve got 5 inches of height and as much muscle as can be safely transferred. Is there anything else you want to request, Mr Hamlin?” Some of them were already inputting settings into the machine regarding his previous requests.

Vince thought for a second. Tall and muscular, what more could he want? He was about to say that was all until his eyes nestled onto Darius’s bulge. “Well… I know on stage you said it was off limits but I was wondering…”

“Nope. Not happening.” Darius didn’t even need to hear the rest to know exactly what Vince was about to ask. “Sorry man. My girl doesn’t care how huge and buff I am but she loves my big dick. Can’t help you I’m afraid.”

For a moment Vince thought of offering Darius a little extra money in exchange but he could tell just by the look on the hunks face that it wasn’t going to happen. Or at least Darius wasn’t going to agree with it anyway. Luckily for Vince he had a backup plan… “Oh alright. Just muscle and height it is.” He waved his hands about a little before turning to the staff. “I suppose we’re ready now.”

Once all was decided both Darius and Vince were made to sign a few documents confirming that they both consented to the transfer and that Vince would pay his fee afterwards or would be reprimanded accordingly. And once that was taken care of, they were taken back over to the machine…

As the pair of them were getting strapped into the chairs however, Vince whispered to the man that was doing his chair. “Hey. I’ve got a deal for ya.” As quickly and quietly as possible, Vince proposed that he would give the man and his co-workers in the room a hefty amount of money if they agreed to transfer some of Darius dick size to him. The man gave him an awkward look for a second, his moral compass clearly being challenged, but soon enough he agreed.

Before long both Vince and Darius had the helmets placed on their heads, ready for the transfer. It took quite a while for the machine to actually boot up. Vince could only assume this was due to the staff members negotiating the deal he’d offered. He could only hope they’d make the right decision. Eventually there was a loud engine-like sound as the machine roared to life. For a moment Vince didn’t feel anything besides the buzzing of the huge device behind him so he was taken by surprise when a bolt of energy from the helmet came surging through his body. It was an almost indescribable feeling, as though he was being filled with electricity but instead of being frying him to a crisp it was energising him instead! It felt… exhilarating! So much so that he didn’t even realise the transfer was already taking place.

Slowly but surely Darius’s muscle mass began to decrease. His arms getting smaller, his huge chest deflating, his legs shrinking. With every second that passed he lost more and more size. All of that muscle he’d worked tirelessly to gain swiftly vanished along with all the strength that came along with it. All of it being converted into pure energy that was processed by the machine. Before long Darius was a far cry of his former self, looking thin lanky rather than imposing.

Of course all that energy had to go somewhere and that place was Vince. As soon as the machine had finished absorbing Darius’s muscle, it began pumping all of that energy into Vince’s body. He felt it immediately. A burgeoning power growing inside him. Gradually his body started to inflate with new muscle. His biceps and triceps expanding with newfound size as his back and chest started to broaden. Even his thighs and calves began to thicken significantly by the second. Before long ripping sounds could be heard coming from Vince’s suit.

His jacket was the first to give in as the sleeves started to tear under the pressure of his growing shoulders and biceps. The sound alone was music to his ears. Vince couldn’t actually see what was going on due to the helmet but the tearing of his clothes was a good indicator of how big he was getting! His upper body continued to broaden and expand, causing his jacket to pretty much explode apart at this point, revealing the already ripping shirt underneath which no doubt wouldn’t last long. But before it had the chance, his quads had the honour of bursting through his suit pants in all their glory, their sheer mass not wanting to be contained any longer. And not a moment later the top button on his pants came flying off as well as his hips and waist grew thicker. But not as thick as his ass. Vince’s once average butt ballooned to a colossal size, practically elevating him in his chair with its mass and giving him a nice round bubble butt just like Darius once had. Soon after he couldn’t help but let out a grunt as his chest heaved forwards, two massive pecs forming at last and being the final straw that caused his shirt to tear apart at last.

But of course just because Vince’s clothes were in tatters didn’t mean the growth was about to stop there. His body kept expanding, growing even larger with muscle. His thighs had grown so thick that it was impossible for them to not rub against one another. And that’s not to mention how ridiculously swole his upper body now looked. By the time the machine had finally run out of energy to pump into Vince’s body, his muscles looked engorged with unbelievable size and strength. No wonder since it was cramming all the muscle of a 6’5 man into 5’10 body. He was so swole now he’d hardly be able to move properly. But of course that had been accounted for and was about to change with the next transfer.

The machine returned its attention to Darius once again, sucking even more energy out of him. Only this time instead of taking his muscle, it was slowly shrinking his body in another way. His limbs and torso all diminished until his height had reduced its way down to 6 foot exactly. On the plus side for Darius, his body didn’t look quite lanky now as it had moments ago.

Of course once this was done the energy was once again redirected towards Vince. He felt the energy filling him once again, only this time it felt a little different. Instead of expanding, he felt himself stretching out instead! His arms and legs all grew longer as his height increased, finally coming to a haunt once Vince reached an impressive 6’3. Simultaneously the muscle he’d gained moments prior was now able to spread itself out a little bit better across his larger frame.

Now was the moment of truth. Had that bribe been enough to get Vince the last thing he wanted? There was silence for a moment as if the staff were still debating amongst themselves on what to do. For a second Vince was worried his little plan had failed. That is until the machine roared to life one more time…

“Hey uhhh… sorry you two but we just need to make sure there’s no ummm… imbalance between you two before we shut this thing down.” Said a voice over the speaker.

Darius was of course none the wiser but Vince knew exactly what that meant. Slowly and carefully so that he wouldn’t notice, the machine started sucking more energy out of Darius. Unbeknownst to the professional, his penis was gradually getting smaller until it had lost about 3 inches of its size. When the machine turned on Vince however, it made the transfer nice and fast. Within second he felt his cock inflate, going from an average 5 inch cock to an impressive 8 incher with some added girth to top it off. The rich, conniving man couldn’t help but grin maliciously.

A few minutes later the transfer machine was powered down properly before the staff returned to remove the helmets. As soon as they did, Vince looked down at himself in wonder. His body. It was everything he’d ever dreamed. Gigantic in every sense of the word with bulging muscle all over! He then glanced over at Darius who looked tiny in comparison. The intimidating bodybuilder he once was now replaced by an average skinny looking dude.

As soon as his restraints were removed, Vince tore away the remaining shreds of clothes leaving him in nothing but his dress shoes, socks and underwear. The latter of which was struggling against all hell to contain his cock and ass right now. But he wasn’t concerned about that right now. All he cared about was how fucking massive he was!

The very first thing Vince did was lift his hands up to grope his pecs, squeezing the muscle with pure wonder. They felt so soft yet when he tensed his pecs they became firm and hard. After that he bent forwards slightly and flexed both his arms together, feeling as they bulged with strength. His biceps looked like mountains on his arms as they peaked with insane size that not many would be able to match. And his lats… they were enormous! Even pushing his huge arms permanently out to the sides, giving him more of a natural alpha stance. It was incredible. He *felt* incredible!

Before Vince could continue exploring his god-like build however, one of the staff members stepped up carrying a pair of large black boxer briefs, some white joggers and a huge black t-shirt. “We figured you might want a change of clothes before you leave Mr Hamlin. We always have backups.”

The rich Adonis smirked before taking the clothes. “Thanks. I had such a one track mind towards getting this muscle that I hadn’t even considered my clothes.” He glanced down at the remains of his suit strewn across the floor. “Sorry about that by the way.”

“It’s no problem at all sir. We’ve found most people actually prefer keeping their clothes on during a muscle transfer so they can rip out of them anyway. We assumed that’s why you didn’t undress.”

Without another word, Vince pulled down his insanely tight underwear from before and kicked them onto the floor. The staff turned away but not before getting a glance at Vince's huge cock swinging free. It seemed that despite his self control, he was still rocking a semi. Of course the new hunk couldn’t help smirking at this, knowing full well his cock already looked bigger semi-erect right now than it did fully hard before. He didn’t dwell on it too much though. After all, Darius was still in the room. Instead he just pulled up the briefs and joggers he’d been offered, loving how despite their huge size, they still fit him perfectly. He did however decide to keep the t-shirt off for now. He wanted to savour this a little longer…

Meanwhile, as Vince marched over towards a mirror to admire himself further, Darius stood looking down at his thin lanky body. He hadn’t been this skinny since he was a teenager. The last time he did a muscle transfer, the other guy already had a decent but of muscle himself so the transfer wasn’t too crazy. But now? Lord knows how long it was gonna take him to put all that size back on. “Well… back to square one I guess.” He huffed, looking over at the rich white dude across the room who was now enjoying all his hard work. He couldn’t be mad. After all, he was getting an insane amount of money for this. But still. It just felt weird seeing himself like this.

The now miniature sized bodybuilder made his way over towards Vince who had now begun poses and flexing in the mirror, enamoured by his new reflection. Even watching as he pulled down the joggers for a second to get a look at how juicy his new muscle ass was and judging by Vince's reaction, he wasn’t disappointed. “Hey man. Lookin pretty swole! You’re happy with the transfer I take it?” Darius questioned, keeping a positive attitude.

Vince turned to face Darius with a cocky smirk. “Oh you have no idea. It feels even better than I could’ve imagined. Happy would be an understatement.” He confirmed, flexing again. He also couldn’t help but relish in the fact that he was now the one looking down at Darius thanks to the height transfer. “Thank you Darius. I promise you I’ll take good care of all this.” He vowed before extending a hand out.

“You better. I certainly didn’t sculpt all that muscle so a rich white guy could waste it away.” Darius half-joked as he clasped the other man’s hand and shook it firmly.

As they shook Vince couldn’t help but grin inwardly. Darius still hadn’t noticed the extra dick transfer he got the staff the throw in. Not that it mattered if he did because soon enough he’d get the staff to erase the info on the dick transfer from any of the transfer machine’s data logs. By the time Darius realises what’s happened, he’ll have no way to prove it as all the staff in the room will be sworn to secrecy with Vince’s money. It was slightly evil, he knew that. But how could Vince pass up the chance to fuck and dominate dudes not only with all this muscle but with an even longer and fatter cock too! Besides he needs bigger equipment to match his bigger body right!?

The staff then took some time to go over a few details with the men. Listing possible side effects and what to maybe expect post transfer such as headaches and mild nausea for the first 24 hours while their bodies adjust. Vince was hardly listening though, only focusing on how fucking jacked he was now. Once they were done with the formalities however, they said the pair of them were free to either leave or join the rest of the attendees at the buffet.

At last Vince slipped on his t-shirt, adoring how it clung desperately to his giant pecs while the sleeves struggled to hold his biceps. With that he made his way out to the buffet where some of the other winners were already being admired after their own transfers. There were a few others who’d buffed up considerably as well as a few that seemed to have gotten younger with an age transfer no doubt. He even saw the guy who’d bidded on the bearish criminal and sure enough he was covered in thick manly body hair now as he was proudly displaying through his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Not to mention the huge bushy beard he now adorned.

The moment someone noticed Vince however, everyone stopped and looked. His transformation was the most insane of them all and it was no surprise considering who he’d won on the bid. Within moments the attendees and other winners alike came over to ask him how it felt and what it was like. All of them seemingly blown away by his transferral. Of course Vince revelled in the attention and it was now easier than ever to pick out the other gay men from the crowd by the way some of them looked at him.

The rest of his evening was spent being admired and complimented on his new body. It gave Vince a sense of confidence and cockiness he’d never experienced before but he couldn’t deny how much he loved it. He was frequently asked to flex his biceps by the increasingly drunk attendee’s and some people had even asked him to pick them up off the ground to which he did with ease. He even learnt how to bounce his pecs to his and everyone else’s delight. One very drunk dude even made a comment about how he wanted to shove his face between Vince’s juicy pecs. A wish that Vince was happy to grant as he pulled the guy in for a hug and made sure to squish the dude's face between the two slabs of meat on his chest. After which Vince even gave the guy his number so they could maybe meet up another time when he wasn’t so drunk.

Eventually the night came to an end and everyone piled out of the event, eager to get home. On his drive home, Vince couldn’t help thinking about everything he was going to do now. Besides checking himself out every morning he was going to love the attention he was gonna get every time he walked into a room from now on. He was also going to have a ton of fun buying new clothes to fit his gigantic physique. Not to mention how empowering it was going to feel to be the biggest guy at the gym from now on as he works to maintain all this. And most of all he couldn’t wait to get some hot guys to worship all his muscle before he fucks their brains out. He already knew he’d be pounding the guy he gave his number to in the near future. Maybe he could get ahold of the dude that took the bear criminal’s hairiness as well. The dude had definitely been making eyes at him. He was already pretty good looking before but now with all that body hair he looked gorgeous. Vince couldn’t help Imagining how good those bearded lips would feel around his fat cock…

Regardless Vince knew that he was gonna have the time of his life being the muscle beast from now. He reached down and groped his now fully hard cock through his joggers, smiling as he felt a full 8 inches of thick man meat down there. Oh yeah he had A LOT of self worshiping to do when he got home.

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cartierre · 10 months

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

❛ I felt the highs and they felt like you See a love like mine is too good to be true And you too divine to just be mine You remind me of the color blue ❜

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ➫ lovers to strangers

warnings: angst, past relationships, mentions of a break up word count: 0.6k

(don't know how i feel about this but my impulsive thoughts won so now i'm publishing it)

Charles loved to think about you when time allowed him to. When he wasn’t occupied with racing, when there was no meeting, no party or gala to attend.

It was during those quiet nights, those nights where he found himself spread out on his bed with thoughts clouding his mind that he kept coming back to you and his memories attached to your name, your face, your laugh… He didn’t look back to them with a sour taste staining his mouth, he looked back with a sad smile painting his lips.

He tried overcoming those bittersweet thoughts with many different relationships he had in the past. He’s had multiple girlfriends ever since your break up, different girls warming his bed after a race like you used to, all of them beautiful in and out.

Many would call him crazy that he still held onto a relationship which was meant to be fatal from the beginning. A relationship with no good ending attached to it. Sometimes he even found himself questioning his own feelings, the everlasting pain which by now had infused his whole being. He grew used to it and saw the agony as part of him.

And yet, a smile still played his gorgeous facial features every time your name pops up on his timeline, every time your beauty would grace his forest coloured eyes.

It was easy to blame you, too easy to paint you as the bad guy of everything, but Charles could never blame you for anything. His friends tried many times to convince him that you weren’t the one, that the love you shared wasn’t strong enough to withhold your differences.

They were all lies to sugarcoat the past events. He knew you were the one, the one he was supposed to love unconditionally and never let go of. The one to comfort him in the now lonely nights, the one to ease the pain. It was all too good to be true, too much of a fantasy to be reality.

He let you slip through his fingers. That’s the bitter part of it all. And now you were strangers.

You didn’t really talk to him anymore and he respected your space and feelings enough to keep his mouth shut.

His fingers glided over the big sigil of the world on his cup. He was a champion, yet he didn’t feel like one.

Charles always believed you’d be by his side when he’d be given the title. You were always the proudest of him, he could never miss the big smile and the beam in your eyes when he was up on the podium, regardless if it was for first, second or third place.

Now that he had been on the highest podium, the one for world champions, he felt that the rush didn’t feel the same without you. The feeling which filled his chest as he held the cup for the first time was more similar to disappointment. Disappointed you weren’t there to share this moment with him.

He felt lonelier than ever before.

Right before he grabbed the handle to open the door, ready on his way to celebrate his win even if he didn’t feel like it, his phone in his pocket pinged with a message popping up on his screen. Pulling it out, he felt the world stop spinning for a second.

You: Congratulations, champ

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angelasscribbles · 7 months

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The Crown and the Shield Chapter 7: All Fall Down

Series: The Crown and the Shield

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Constantine x Jackson

Word Count: 740

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Gun violence, blood, death

My other stuff: Master List.

The king of Cordonia approached the podium to thunderous applause. The negotiations had been successful. He was one press conference away from the end of this trip, and the beginning of a new life.

He was nervous, but excited, to confess his love for the head of his King’s Guard to his wife. Jack was right, Eleanor was nothing like Helena. She hadn’t married him for the crown but for their shared love of Leo. She was kind and loving and there was no way she would abandon her child the way his first wife had abandoned hers.

He would tell her about himself and Jackson and she would understand, like Bianca had. He could be more freely himself, Jack could be a bigger part of his life. Everything was going to work out. He just had to get through his part of the press conference.

The peace accords had gone far better than expected and he was confident about the future. He shot a discreet glance at Jackson as he took his place at the podium and cleared his throat.

His parents and his wife were seated on the stage behind him, along with the heads of state of all the attendee nations. Rivala, Auvernall, Monterisso, and Vallenheim. All of them hereditary monarchies. All of them targets of the anti-monarchy terrorist group The Liberation Core.

“I’d like to start by thanking the Spanish government for hosting this summit,” Constantine turned his head to nod politely at the king of Spain. He smiled broadly as he opened his mouth to compliment the culture, the cuisine, and the hospitality they had been shown.

The words never made it to his lips.

Gunshots shattered the bright June morning. Screams erupted from the audience, from the stage, and from the security teams as people scattered and dove for cover.

The crowd that had gathered for the historic announcement descended into complete chaos as panicked people trampled each other in an effort to escape.

The government officials and their families that had been seated on the stage seconds before were being drug from the area by their security teams or already lying on the stage floor, bleeding.

Security team members stumbled and slid through the wetness that now covered the floor as multiple people lay dead or dying.

Seconds stretched out like an eternity as Constantine turned his head wildly trying to find the source of the gunfire. Before he could react, a body hit his full force, tackling him to the ground.

There was a loud ringing in his ears, the gunshots and the screaming sounded dim and far away as darkness clouded the edges of his vision. He blinked rapidly trying to clear his senses as every survival instinct he possessed screamed at him to stay conscious.

He turned his head to the left and felt bile rise in his throat. The king of Auvernall lay mere feet away from him, unseeing eyes fixed and empty, his queen next to him gasping for air as her lifeblood ran out of a gaping hole in her chest.

His eyes swept the stage in horror searching for his own parents. The ground was covered in blood. Bodies lay everywhere. He spotted Eleanor being pulled from the stage by the head of her security detail, hands clutching at her stomach as blood soaked the fabric of her dress.

“No!” The scream tore from his throat as he began to struggle to get free. He had to get to her, to all of them. Why couldn’t he move?

His attention shifted to the body that lay motionless on top of him. Time suddenly sped up again as he gazed up into the face of the man who had shoved him out of the line of fire. The man who wasn’t moving. The man who was bleeding out on top of him.

Hot, sticky blood covered them both, but Constantine wasn’t bleeding.

“Jack! Jack!” Terror clawed at his insides, panic washing over him as tears and snot smeared his face, “Wake up! Wake up!”

Then he was being pulled off the stage by another member of the King’s Guard as he fought with every ounce of strength he possessed to get back to the man he loved.

Three more guards joined the first and he lost the battle. He was pulled away from the danger as his lover lay in a puddle of blood, limp and unmoving.

#trr au #trr fanfic #trr fandom #trr au fanfic #choices fic writers creations #tcats #the crown and the shield #angelasscribbles #the royal romance #trr #the royal romance fanfic #cfwc fics of the week #Constantine Rys #Jackson Walker #Connie x Jack #choices stories you play #choices

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silent-sanctum · 10 months

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hello mijin😀!!! i have this headcannon that both jotaro and kakyoin are really good at ballroom dancing but don’t really show it but on their hs graduation day the reader convinces the pair to do a dance with her (“If you love me then you’ll do it” situation with jotaro because he was embarrassed but loves the reader too much to say no)

so on their graduation, after everyone was called up and stuff, the headmaster announces smth like “and now we have l/n y/n kakyoin noriaki and kujo jotaro for …” kinda thing.

ok now i’m rambling but i hope you get what i mean🙏

awww the idea's cute 💕 Jotaro having to dance ballroom with his lover and best friend is something I never thought I needed 💕 Hmm though I'm gonna be honest, I don't know how to write this as a full fledged fic as I usually do since you've already provided the story 😅, but I'm gonna give you a cute drabble instead! Also made some small tweaks to your request here and there.

Hope you enjoy! 💌

May I Have This Dance - Jotaro x Reader

"Hey Kakyoin!"

The cherry-haired student turned to you with a friendly smile. "Oh hey Y/N, is something up?"

"Did you know we have to dance at our graduation ceremony?" You said, almost whining. "And here I thought we're just gonna go on stage, take our diplomas, and throw our hats as all students do during graduation events."

Kakyoin chuckled. "Yeah, I did know about the ballroom dance. I was told ahead of time."

"You aren't... opposed to the idea of dancing in front of multiple people?

"Well, there are other pairs that will dance with us. Besides," he smirked placing his finger under his chin. "We do know how to dance to ballroom music-"

"No shot! You're kidding, right?!" You exclaimed. "And... we?"

"Jotaro and I."

A pause.

"Jotaro too?!" Your boyfriend of a year. Who never shared any interest to dancing nor has he looked like the type to. Yet his friend proclaimed that he just so happened to be good at it.

"You didn't know? Ah well to be fair, he's good at it recently," Kakyoin said. "Apparently, he overheard faculty saying about planning a ballroom dance weeks prior and he asked me to help him with some pointers."

"Guy's a fast learner. Got to give him that."

"Why though? He doesn't even like fancy stuff like that."

Your friend sent a knowing stare and a raised brow at your direction. Your cheeks flared at the implied answer. For you.

"S-Still... I have to see it for myself."

And you would as time passed and your batch have just graduated. It was evening and the post-ceremony party was at hand. Students have opted to switch their academic robes with cocktail dresses of different styles and suits aimed to impress.

Following the dress code, you wore your finest dress that may or may not have let the bypassing teenagers turn their heads at you. Though, none have went past staring when your boyfriend stood intimidating beside you in his formal attire without his hat.

Kakyoin joined you two shortly after his arrival and just in time as the MC occupied the podium, welcoming the newly graduates and laying out a speech about what's to lie ahead.

Then the awaited ballroom dance happened.

Everyone who knew the steps were called to the center, students in glee as they pulled their partners to the spotlight.

You glanced at Jotaro, who was very much hiding most of his blushing face behind his hand, brows furrowed and arms crossed. "Come on~ I know you know some steps." You nudged his elbow. "If you love me, then you'll show it to me~"

He grumbled something under his breath but couldn't pick up any words due to the music playing in the background.

You weren't complaining since you knew how much public performances were not his forte. But you did have a plan on how to bring him out of his shell.

The music would change three times during this segment- one that started with a generally energetic party song danced individually, then switched to a song that remained it's sappy upbeat tune where the dance is now done in pairs, and the last would be soft and sentimental, dedicated to the pairs that would dance to how one would interpret a "ballroom dance".

Majority would join in the first two, leaving the last to a handful of duos. Mostly couples or close friends.

This is where you joined in.

The moment the 2nd song faded out, Kakyoin lent out a hand for you to take and casting your boyfriend one last coy smile, you joined the cherry-haired to the center.

And your dance with him went as well as you expected. Given how few were dancing to this part, you could feel the eyes of the other men dancing stare at you, wanting to be your partner. But you didn't pay them any attention as you focused on coordinating your steps with Kakyoin.

"Do you think it'll work?" You muttered.

"Trust me it will," he replied in a second.

Just then, the music swelled as the chorus played out. The guys had to twirl their partners as a transition to pairing with another. And Kakyoin did just that- raised his arm to allow you to turn away from him and to another.

Given how every other duo seemed to compress closer to you and Kakyoin, anticipating for your hand, you had to tell yourself to accept someone else if it wasn't the one you weren't expecting it to be.

Just as you held the nearest hand and collided with your new partner, the eyes that greeted you weren't the violet colors of your friend nor was it the dark browns of the other men.

But the aquamarine hues of your lover.

A wide smile graced your face as Jotaro guided you through the motions of the dance, your left hand placed on his shoulder while his right laid on your waist. "You did come after all."

"You think I won't get annoyed by how many of our batch mates are eyeing you like meat?" He said with a sigh. "Also the noisy ones started talking me."

You chuckled just as the both of you spun in a graceful circle. Through your peripherals, nearly everyone in the room forgot about the other duos. All eyes watched their infamous delinquent and popular darling perform their ballroom dance in a mix of awe and envy.

Kakyoin stood by in the side, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched his closest friends centerstage.

"Aww was it just for those reasons?"

He clicked his tongue, shying away from your beaming gaze with the pink still present on his cheeks. "Don't play dumb. You know I practiced this whole damn thing for a reason."

"I know," you giggled as the song came to its last chorus. The grand swell of the melody prompted your boyfriend to grab your waist, lifting you up as he turned you mid-air.

The second he gently placed you down together with the calming of the music, you couldn't help but lay your head against his chest as the raven-haired swayed you along to the remaining minutes.

"Your practice paid off, love. You did great."

Through the applaud of the crowd, you heard Jotaro hum in acknowledgement together with lightly tightening his hand holding yours.

"I'm glad."

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo

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lunararcade · 18 days

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ F1 DR INTRO

important info: in this dr i am 17. it is the 2018 f1 season and i am racing alongside lewis hamilton for the mercedes-amg petronas f1 team. it is my first year in f1.

what is my racing history? i have been karting ever since i was 7 years old (2008). i started with regional championships and won before winning nationally. i won some championships internationally as well. i didn't have a lot of money but my parents helped me to achieve my dreams, especially since i was really good at it. i began racing around the world with ricky flynn motorsports. i won multiple WSK world and european series. i raced in these circuits until 2015 when i won the CIK-FIA Euro championship and 2016 when i won the CIK-FIA world championship with Birel ART Racing. i was hired by prema racing to drive as an f2 driver in 2017, and became world champion by the end of the season. after this i was hired by mercedes on a lucrative, one-year contract.

who are my friends? my closest friend is my best friend charles leclerc, who was my teammate at prema. me and him had a title fight in 2017. i am very close with his family <3 love them dearly. i am also close with his brother arthur! we met through charles and karting. my other closest friend is logan sargeant. he has been my best friend for years. we grew up karting together since my first year and remained super close as we both started karting in europe. i also competed against oscar piastri for a while and he is a good friend of me and logan. i am also friends with lewis hamilton as he is my teammate at mercedes. i am acquanited and friendly with max verstappen as we raced against each other in karting quite a few times. i know a lot of the other f1 racers from karting actually (:

any romantic relationships? no! i don't have any current romantic relationships.

what is currently happening? i had been getting podium since the start of the season, breaking multiple records not only as a woman but as the youngest f1 driver. however, at the canada grand prix, i won with a grand slam (fastest lap, pole position, first place). i also won in france and austria. i am doing extremely well!

any current conflicts? yes. multiple. mercedes has not been a good working environment. lewis is great, but i am not taken very seriously in the garage. i am also told not to overtake lewis even when i have openings and the next driver is multiple seconds behind. i have recently taken to ignoring these orders because they're stupid which has caused a lot of problems with toto wolff.

toto also ignored my complaints during monaco. i told him i had very little control over the car and something was off during qualifying, but he didn't listen and i had to drive at the race with little control over the car. it cost me a podium and i got p4. he also yelled at me after i won in canada because it was at the price of lewis getting p2, which is awful! but i am looking into new potential contracts for 2019 (redbull is looking promising if daniel leaves, which he will).

i am also nervous for my 10th race of the season which is silverstone, because i crashed there (not my fault at all) during my 2017 season in f2. it was pretty bad. the car exploded with me inside and i was concussed, but not majorly injured. charles also crashed a bit further ahead and ran to help me get out. however, i think this next race will be fine.

if you have any questions about this dr please feel free to ask. even though the circumstances have been a bit iffy right now, i really like all of the people and have been enjoying the racing so i'll be sharing plenty of stories!

#desired reality #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting blog #shifting community #shifting motivation #shifting realities #shifting stories #f1 dr #lunaarcade: f1 dr

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myimaginarywonderland · 9 months

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The actual lore and potential ships that some of you are missing out by not being a Lance fan is insane.

Checo and Lance were such great teammates and once again Lance got himself another grid dad that clearly adored him. The videos of them are genuinely funny and I will forever remember that Pianata moment.

Max and Lance used to compete against each other and seemed really close in 2014 when they both drove in the Florida Winter Series. They also seem close even after they came together. I could imagine they did a bit of racing against each other and they are also some of the guys who have been on the grid together the longest.

Lewis and Lance have this sweet dynamic since the beginning of Lance F1 career. Lance has always stood alongside Lewis in his own quiet way.

Lance and George used to have this fierce beef because George believed Lance was gifted his F3 title. They also raced against each other at some point. The whole beef lore with them is so fascinating and genuinely intruiging especially now that you don't see them beefing anymore.

Lance used to watch Nando race and cheer him on in the garage. Not to mention his father was insanely close to Nando as well? I think Lance has said before that Nando was one of his heroes or people that he looked up to most. Their story goes back to like Lance first season. Not to mention how close they are now with Esteban being like Nando's nemesis.

I am not certain about this but I feel like I have also seen pics of Lawrence and Carlos dad? And it seems like after this weekend they are also close together.

Lando and Lance had beef but now it seems like they are getting along? The beef came mostly from one race and Lando discrediting Lance. I also know Lando used to joke about Lance in some streams so I feel like they should be on good terms?

Esteban and Lance have been besties since their F3 days and they are literally inseparable. When Este lost his seat and Lance got it, Esteban made sure to post a statement where he said he didn't blame Lance and that they are great friends. They literally consider themselves each others best friend on the current grid.

I do not know how exactly how well they know each other but Charles has multiple times said that Lance is one of the nicest drivers on the grid.

Pierre and Lance had beef because of racing at some point leading us to the famous "Parking lot fight" memes.

I know Alex and Lance used to also race each other at some point but I have no idea how close they are.

Oscar and Logan are fairly new so I can't judge their relationship to Lance yet.

Lance and Daniel have such a strange relationship. Daniel shared Lance first podium with him and they are technically somehow connected through Scotty. (Who actually got set up by Lance. Chloe said that Lance basically told her "You will marry this dude" and apparently did the magic of setting them up.) Yet we rarely see them interact and it almost seems like they don't like each other? Yet they seemed fairly close at the wedding? This entire dynamic is so intruiging.

I have no idea if Lance is close to Yuki or Zhou but I think there's not really any lore here.

I know that Lance is seen by the Haas drivers as nice because on the grill the grids they have both I think guessed him as giving them their gifts. Another thing to add because the entire grid guesses Lance if those gifts are nice or personal and some are suprised when they are. Seems like Lance is seen as a thoughtful gift giver.

Oh the Lance and Valtteri lore is some of my favourite. They were going to be teammates and we were robbed of that all because of "It's Britney bitch" making an exit and pushing the Mercedes team to get Val earlier than planned. I know they are close and they genuinely seem to get along with many conversations between them in the drivers parade. They also had their little joke about catching someone on the last line because Val took second place from Lance when he got his first podium only for Lance to take a place of Val this season the same way.

Lance is also widely considered as an alcoholic by the paddock apparently because they keep gifting him stuff like Tequilla.

#f1 #lance stroll

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lestappen + fleeting touches

This championship is different because his title rival is different. And if Max is being honest, he's enjoying this a lot more. Charles hasn't shunted him to the wall at 51Gs... yet.

It's also just more... fun. It brings him back to their karting days, to race someone he knows, who gives as hard as he gets. There's no easy way out with Charles, and with the Ferrari pace to match every win, each podium is a little bit sweeter. He's made it an inadvertent habit of approaching Charles when they make it on pole or podium. It's refreshing, the lack of animosity. Charles is also someone who listens, when Max is bubbling from the adrenaline of a good race and wants to compare notes. They have a friendly relationship on paddock, so of course the media hounds them on when it's going to fall apart.

Max isn't sure when he starts noticing it, they've always been friendly; the handshakes, congratulating each other after a race well done, it's sportsmanlike. Somewhere along the line, Charles decided to practice winking at Max, and Max found himself reaching out for Charles when walking past, while he's doing interviews, a pat on the shoulder, an arm holding out to touch. It's nice, the physical reassurance. Max is very touchy feely with his friends, he doesn't think much of it; he's just not sure when his reflexive body decided he and Charles are friends now too.

On one of the podiums they share together, his hand naturally finds its way to Charles' itty bitty waist, and Charles patting his back. Carlos is on his other side, sandwiched between the Ferraris his main title contenders. He has the strangest urge to pull Charles in closer by his side. He doesn't, the pictures are taken, they let go... oddly missing the warmth.

The media pen is always crowded, and even more so when it's raining -- everyone packed under the shade. It's a tight squeeze, passing all the people to get to the Redbull motorhome. Charles was doing some interview in Italian, and Max didn't want to interrupt nor wait for it to wish so he squeezed by, ducking his head, placing his hand at the small of Charles' back to open up the space to pass. Charles is immediately startled, but as soon he turns and sees Max who shoots an apologetic smile Charles nods and continues back to his interview, unfazed. For two people who didn't speak off paddock, they were surprisingly comfortable being in close proximity on it.

Max is silently rooting for Ferrari to stop fucking up as much, because he much prefers actual racing over cruising to easy wins 10 seconds away. The feeling of earning it is such a rush, even P2 feels like a win if he knows he did his best. He has a points lead that can afford it. Charles is also in a more amenable mood when they're close in standings; and he likes having someone to commiserate to.

Sometimes at podiums, waiting for the pictures to be taken, Charles strums his fingers on Max's shoulder or waist. It's for the quick, short few seconds but Max wonders if it's the beat to some song, something Charles can play on the piano. He thinks he would like to hear it, if he ever got the chance.

They're not really friends, they're not enemies, and in a sea of hands around him Max could probably pick out the one with the ring on the index and pinky, and multiple wristbands. It's nice to reach out, and get held back.

#thank you anon! this was sososo cute #lestappen #my fics #prompt ask #blorbocedes ask #f1 rpf #max pov cause I've written too much charl pov lately #i ask only to be showered in love and praise and undying adoration 🥹

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multifandomgirl08 · 1 year

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Kat's Max Verstappen Primer

Note: I'm posting this privately because I am an active member of the fandom, and although I want people to have this information. I don't want this listed on my blog where my own fictional works reside. This also may turn into multiple parts, I don't know if I plan on covering everything that's gone on with Max in recent years.

2024: Will keep updating as the 2024 season unfolds.

Let's start with some basic facts.

Max was born in Hasselt, Belgium on September 30, 1997 (making him a Libra) to parents Sophie Kumpen and Jos Verstappen.

He has four younger siblings, Victoria (full sister), Blue Jaye, Jason, and Mila (who are all fathered by Jos). I'm not going to list any of their ages.

Max started karting at the age of 4. He asked Jos if he could pursue karting, and Jos let him. Max also played Football (Soccer) when he was younger, but gave it up to keep karting.

Jos and Sophie divorced in 2008 when Max was 10 and Jos' career in Formula 1 had come to an end. From what I can find, Max started living with Jos full-time after Jos and Sophie divorced (Sophie did have a restraining order against Jos filed given that he had hit her). While Jos was coaching Max in karting, Jos would work during the week while Max was at school, and on weekends Max and Jos would travel around Europe to compete in karting competitions.

Jos Verstappen

Jos' treatment of Max is pretty well documented by auto-biographies, sound bites, interviews from people in the Verstappen camp, and even by Max himself.

From an early age, when Max made it first known to Jos that he wanted to start karting, Jos did what he thought was right and pushed Max to succeed to the point where most people (even some in the Verstappen camp) viewed Jos' coaching as if he was being too hard on Max (ie. abuse). Jos himself had a similar upbringing to Max, but unlike Jos, Max was able to overcome what he was put through as a child (his father hitting him with his helmet on when he didn't do well, Max not taking off his helmet being afraid he would get hit, leaving Max at a gas station after losing a race is a notable incident given that it happened twice, and Jos not talking to Max for a full week after losing a race). Max would become a champion three times over despite Jos always telling him that he wouldn't amount to anything.

Jos Verstappen is an interesting figure in the world of Formula 1, from his 2 podiums to fathering a now 3-time world champion. He is not a well-liked person in the sport, Jos is known for talking to the media about his son, with the knowledge that he and his son don't share opinions when it comes to the sport. (see the rumors about Max possibly leaving Red Bull, and Jos commenting on it.) Max always has to rebuff Jos' statements to the media even though Jos no longer races in F1, or had a particularly successful career during his 8-years in the sport. Jos was also teammates with 7-time Formula 1 World Champion Michael Schumacker, who is considered to be one of the greatest of all time in the sport.

Despite Jos' treatment of Max, Max seems greatful for the pressure that Jos put on him when he was growing up. It resulted in the winning mentality that Max has now, going in with a mindset to win each race that Max and his ex-trainer/physiotherapist Bradley Scanes had helped him with.

Before Formula 1

When Max was coming up in karting, one of Max's strongest rivals was now Scuderia Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc. In 2012, Max and Charles had a collision while they were racing in the second round of the WSK Euro Series, which resulted in the, "Nothing just an inchident." comment from Leclerc. You can find the cut version with both of Max and Charles' answers here. They would both end up getting disqualified from that race.

Max would also race against another eventual F1 driver; Lando Norris who is currently driving for McLaren. Lando was 13 in the photos and Max was 15.

Max had quite a prolific karting career, placing first in 23 championships in the 9 years he was racing in karts. He would place 2nd in 5 championships in those 9 years, and 3rd once in his last year before starting in Formula 3. Max competed in a total of 45 Championships during his karting career.

After competing in Formula 3, and winning a championship. He skipped Formula 2 and went straight to Formula 1.

Coming to F1

When Max first made it to Formula 1, he was given the nickname Mad Max by some of the media given his temper when he wouldn't perform well, or the car ended up having issues like an engine failure.

Max joined F1 in 2015 driving for Toro Rosso (now VCARB), making him the youngest driver to ever compete in Formula 1, because of this the FIA has a rule that a driver needs to be 18 to compete in the sport. In 2016, he ended up being called up by Red Bull, taking Daniil Kyvet's seat after the first four races that year, and Australian driver Daniel Ricciardo would become his teammate.

Daniel and Max became good friends off the track, despite what the first season of Netflix's Drive to Survive would have some fans think. Daniel was the first person to welcome Max into the sport and wish him luck when Max was testing for his superlicence. They originally met in 2011 for the RTL GP Masters of Formula 3 when Max was 13, and Daniel was 22.

gifs by: @arturleclerc

In recent years, Max has been given the nickname Super Max given how fast he is on the track, and the way he can utilize the car to its full potential with the help of Red Bull's engineers.

World Championship(s):

2021

In 2021, Max would go on to win his first championship. Max and Lewis Hamilton were equal in points in the Drivers' Championship before the start of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. Max qualified on Pole Position, and had a slow start off the line, and ended up dropping into second place. Max was trailing after Lewis by over ten seconds until a late safety car was called due to a crash involving (then) Williams driver Nicholas Letifi on lap 53. Max was on fresher tires when Letifi crashed.

And this was where the confusion started. There was a safety car called, and Max went to get fresh tires (softs). Lewis complained about not pitting for fresh tires on team radio while the safety car was out. This was a big advantage for Max, pitting while the safety car was first called out. Red Bull had a clear strategy that they utilizing in that moment.

There were cars that were out of position given the numbers of laps that they had completed, and they wanted to give those cars a chance to unlap themselves.

With two laps left in the race, race control announce that the lapped cars were not allowed to unlap themselves. The safety car came in before lap 57. Then at the start of lap 57, race control made another announcement that the lapped cars could unlap themselves. The only cars that unlapped themselves were in between Lewis and Max. On the last lap of the race, with 3.2 miles left. Max was able to overtake Lewis in turn 5, and finished the race in first.

2022

In 2022, Formula 1 had a change of regulations, from the aerodynamics of the car, the size of the tyers, a change in sporting regulations, and financial regulations which were introducing the year before.

There was reports stirring about a Cost Cap breech in Singapore. The day after Max won the drivers' championship in Japan, the FIA announced that two teams had also breached the financial regulations, it was Red Bull and Aston Martin (and Williams which came out in May 31st.)

Red Bull ended up paying the FIA $7 million and the team would have a 10% reduction in allocated Restricted Wind tunnel Testing. The 7 million was for Red Bull going over with their catering costs. As is seen on Drive to Survive.

Red Bull and Max would end up keeping both their Constructors and Drivers Championships.

2023

Max and Red Bull pretty much ran away with the drivers and constructors championship in 2023.

Max won 19 out of 22 races, Max won his third championship during the Sprint Race in Qatar. Sergio "Checo" Perez, his teammate won 2 races, and Carlos Sainz Jr., driver for Ferrari won the Singapore Grand Prix.

There is a crazy state that I've seen online countless times that says even if Max wasn't 20 seconds ahead of the rest of the field, he still would have won the Drivers Championship.

Random Max fact(s):

Max's favorite food is Tomato soup, Beef Carpaccio, and his mom's cooking. Max can't cook. Max doesn't like shellfish, but he likes fish as he'll eat sushi.

Max Sim races in his free time when he's not working, he finds it's a great way to destress from F1. Max will only stream on the official Team Redline Twitch channel, and even then it's not as often as he used to. On Team Redline streams they will always list when Max is going to be on stream.

Max has two Bangal cats; Jimmy and Sassy (They're siblings), who are named after nightclubs (Jimmy'z and Sass Café) in Monaco where he lives.

Links to other Max Meta posts:

Max Lore by @33max

The Verstappen Dachshunds Guide by @33max

In Honor of Pride Month Post (without confirmation) by @scuderiafemboy

#max verstappen #meta post

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coochiequeens · 9 months

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This is the second story from Canada and I'm still on my first cup of coffee

ByReduxx Team July 27, 2023

On June 23, reports began to circulate that a male player who identifies as “non-binary” was removed from a women’s rugby match after he allegedly injured female competitors. Before he was removed from the game, three women had to stop playing and receive medical treatment due to the injuries they sustained while playing against him.

The information was first shared by Diana Murphy on Twitter, who emphasized in her thread on the matter that the three female players injured were injured as a result of being dump tackled. Murphy identifies herself in her account bio as a photographer for former Canadian Prime Minister Jean Chretien.

The match where the incident reportedly took place was between the senior women’s divisions of the Fergus Highland RFC and the Stoney Creek Camels on June 17.

Much of the subsequent coverage of the viral thread did not identify the male player involved in the incident, with some outlets only referring to him simply as “Ash.”

The identity of the man involved in the incident has now been confirmed as Ash Davis, who previously played in the men’s division of the club and had been awarded the “hardest hitter” designation during the Senior Awards Banquet just last year.

According to a source within the rugby club, there has been “much opposition” to Davis’ participation in the women’s category, but club members are concerned about speaking up out of “fear of being labeled transphobic.”

The source also explained that “many people have known Ash for years, making it more sensitive.”

Davis participated in the Senior Women’s category of the club as recently as 4 days ago.

Speaking to Reduxx on Davis’ participation in the women’s category, Marshi Smith, the co-founder of Independent Council on Women’s Sports (ICONS), slammed the rugby club for not prioritizing the safety of the female players.

“Young women are being forced to jeopardize their physical safety to satisfy the desires of a man, Ash Davis, in Canadian rugby,” Smith said.

“Despite opposition within the rugby club, leaders like club President Jane Kirby are willing to risk the health and safety of young female players, prioritizing men’s preferences over ethical concerns and the potential for life-threatening injuries or death. This policy of sacrificing girls and women’s well-being for men’s eligibility preferences is unethical and perilous.”

ICONS has been tracking the participation of male athletes in women’s sporting competitions on an international level, and recently held a summit on the topic of protecting women’s single-sex sport featuring multiple displaced female athletes. Amongst the speakers was Riley Gaines, a University of Kentucky graduate and accomplished All American swimmer who once shared a podium with transgender swimmer Lia Thomas.

The sport of rugby in Canada is governed by Rugby Canada, which adopted an explicit “trans inclusion” policy in 2019.

According to their guidebook, rugby players in Canada “should be able to participate as the gender with which they identify and not be subject to requirements for disclosure of personal information beyond those required of cisgender athletes.”

The policy states that there is no requirement for a player to demonstrate they are medically or surgically transitioning prior to playing on the team of their choice.

Canada currently stands as an outlier, as many international rugby bodies have chosen to exclude biological males from women’s categories due to the highly physical nature of the sport.

As previously reported by Reduxx, England’s Rugby Football Union (RFU) announced revisions to their “gender participation policy” last year, excluding anyone “recorded male at birth” from participating in female contact rugby.

The RFU’s change in policy faced much scrutiny after one man who goes by the name Julie-Anne Curtiss was interviewed by ESPN UK, where he announced that he would be suing the RFU due to their ban on male players in the female category.

In a video that was widely shared after this year’s interview, Curtiss can be seen towering over much younger female athletes. He stated that critics who oppose male players in sports for women and girls “need to be dragged, kicking and screaming if necessary,” until policies favoring gender identity over biological sex are implemented.

The Scottish Rugby Union (SRU) followed RFU’s lead earlier this year and banned males from competing in women’s contact rugby and citing the safety of female players.

“Our Gender Participation Policy recognises the need to balance considerations of safety and fairness with our underlying desire to be as inclusive as possible. At this moment in time, Scottish Rugby has opted to make a decision which puts safety first, based on the current research,” the Union said in a statement regarding their decision.

#Canada #Women's sports are for women #Ash Davis

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Mimic Chapter 21

With the battle over, U.A. recovers but it doesn't take long for memories thought to be so hidden open and fester with danger.

Words- 7950

Reader x MHA (Platonic)

Warnings: Injury, angst, violence, (TW: Child Abuse)

Following Kamino Ward, All Might had to meet with Mr. Aizawa to talk to the class about implicating a new dorm system, and the building of the dorms and moving in was quite fast. While your classmates moved in you on the other hand were on campus with Recovery Girl and Principal Nezu. In her office sitting on one of the beds, you had multiple wires attached to you from your arms to some coming from your head connected to a monitor that was showing your brain waves.

“Her brain waves are looking normal Nezu, there seemed to be no connection with her to All For One.” Recovery Girl says before turning off the machine and beginning to remove the wires and patches off you.

“That is good news indeed, we were quite concerned when we heard the news that you had joined the League, Ms. Shimura. We still will need to be cautious in case there seem to be any changes in you that don’t seem normal.” Nezu says, hopping off his chair.

“Thank you, Recovery Girl…Principal Nezu.” You say once you’re all done fixing your clothes, not in your school uniform. There is a knock at the door and Toshinori enters looking at the three of you,

“Everything all good, you’re all done, Shimura?” He asks and you nod standing up and heading over to him.

“Everything’s alright with her should she show any changes that don’t seem normal with her quirk or her behavior she should come by and get it checked. Until we can find a way to create a block between her and All For One we’ll need to keep a watchful eye on her.” Recovery Girl says to All Might how nods and the two of you leave.

The cool night air chills your body but it’s also refreshing as the two of you walk to the new dorms you would be staying at. While you always had a place with All Might to come to this was where you would be permanently living and it didn’t seem that bad that you were with your classmates.

“Are you excited to be living with your classmates?” Toshinori breaks the silence that you two shared.

You shrug looking up at the clear sky, “I think it will be interesting living with all of them, I guess I’m still so used to being by myself for so long so it will be a different change of pace.” You say your hands in the pockets of your pants as the dorms to Height Alliances get closer.

“I’m sure everything will be alright Y/n,” Toshinori says and the two of you arrive right before the dorm building, making your way up the stairs you turn to look back at Toshinori.

“Goodnight Toshinori.” You say and he nods a breeze causing the strands of his hair to move in the wind.

“Goodnight Y/n…” Toshinori bids goodbye as you enter the dorms.

All back to normal with your life at U.A. your friends were happy to see your safe return following Kamino with knowing looks from a certain group who knew what happened that night. Now back in class Mr. Aizawa stands in the front hunched over the podium,

“As I mentioned yesterday…our primary goal now is to get you your provisional licenses. Hero licenses are inextricably tied to the saving of lives, so one must be properly qualified for such heavy responsibility. Naturally, the test is incredibly difficult. Even for provisional licenses, on average we only see a 50 percent success rate.” Aizawa explains to you all.

“Even the provisional one’s that hard to get?” Mineta says. If just getting into U.A. was difficult the license exam was going to be impossible.

“That’s why starting today, each of you needs to come up with at least two…” Aizawa starts before the door swings open and Midnight, Cementoss, and Ectoplasm appear,

“Ultimate moves!!”

“Ultimate moves! These are your finishers. Your most unique techniques!” Ectoplasm says as you all speak excitedly to each other.

“Internalize these moves. Make them your own until thy become unparalleled. Combat is all about finding and making use of your particular strengths!” Cementoss says pointing at you all.

Midnight brings her hands up, “Your moves symbolize who you are! Nowadays, Pro Heroes without ultimate moves are a dying breed!” She says.

“Let’s move forward with a more detailed explanation and a practical demonstration. Change into your costumes and meet us at Gym Gamma.” Aizawa says and you all rush to quickly change.

Arriving at the gym gamma Cementoss leads you inside while showing you the large building that you’ve seen before but never been inside. “This is the Training Kitchen Lab or TKL for short! This facility was my idea. Here, I cook up the perfect terrain and objects to fit each student’s needs. Hence kitchen.”

Iida’s hand shoots up in the air, “May I please ask a question? Why must we create ultimate moves in order to acquire our provisional licenses? Please explain the intention behind such a requirement!” Iida practically demands confused beyond while Mr. Aizawa just shrugs,

“All in good time. Heroes deal with accidents, catastrophes, and disasters both natural and man-made..it’s our job to save people from just about any situation imaginable. In the licensing test, your ability to adapt to those situations will be observed, naturally. The contents vary from year to year, but applicants have always tested on a variety of criteria.” Aizawa explains.

“Among the criteria, you can be sure that combat prowess will be heavily prioritized for potential heroes. Be prepared and you’ve got nothing t fear! These moves could have a big impact on whether or not you pass.” Midnight says and Cementoss smiles,

“If you can keep a cool head and act with decisive, stable moves, that means you have a high level of combat prowess.”

“There’s nothing that says your ultimate moves must be an attack, take Iida’s Reciprobrust,” Ectoplasm points out surprising the class president, “That sort of extreme speed boost on its own is intimidating enough to be called an ultimate move.” Iida is hit with the biggest pride knowing that his move is suitable for an ultimate move.

“Your summer camp was cut short, but the quirk training we began there…was part of the process of creating ultimate moves.” Aizawa says as Cementoss and Ectoplasm use their quirks to build large platforms with clones on each one, “In other words, until the second semester starts…you’ll be using the ten remaining days of summer vacation to enhance your quirks and put together your ultimate moves through some extra-intense training!”

You all are separated to face a clone of Ectoplasm your mind was running with a thousand thoughts, creating your ultimate move? What would your move be? What would you call it? A kick to your arm brings you back to reality, “Focus L/n! Now show me the ultimate moves you’ve come up with.” Ectoplasm says and you rub your hands together, you hadn’t really thought of anything ultimate move-wise. Before you even knew you had a quirk you never really thought of these things like hero names or ultimate moves.

Ectoplasm sees the hesitance on your face, “With the variety that is your quirk focus on each one you know and think of ways of making them into ultimate moves.” He says and you nod. You could do that, it would give you more time to think about how you want your ultimate moves to work and give your training for all the quirks you knew.

You had a feeling going against a clone of Ectoplasm wouldn’t be too hard or too easy either but damn he was a Pro Hero for a reason. Dodging a well-aimed kick to the face your right arm grows cold as you create a barrier or ice blocking the two of you before twisting your right foot creating a platform of ice to shoot you over the wall to get the jump of Ectoplasm. Sending an explosion that grazes him he jumps back sending a barrage of kicks that you dodge from him. You feel your center of gravity shift suddenly as you teeter on the edge of the platform quickly twisting your body around just for a harsh kick to the face. Your head snaps to the side as you feel your teeth scrape against your mouth, blood filling your mouth.

Leaning over you spit a glob of blood onto the ground, wiping your mouth stained red and looking over at Ectoplasm. “Be sure to pay attention to your surroundings or this will occur more often.” He says ready to continue fighting when you’re in front of him in a flash, surprising him.

Aizawa and the other teachers watch the students as they all work to form ultimate moves, Aizawa keeping an eye on both Midoriya and yourself but the arrival of All Might has him turning away.

“How are all the students doing Aizawa?” All Might greets his coworkers as he walks toward them,

“They're all working on creating ultimate moves…shouldn’t you still be recovering All Might?” Aizawa says almost annoyed at the still injured hero trying to be active. All Might waves him off transforming into his hero form,

“Miss the day they creative ultimate moves! I could never miss it and that is why I am here!” His loud voice and physique quickly disappear in a cloud of smoke returning to his weaker form and turning to look at the students, his eyes naturally drawing to Young Midoriya who seemed to be in conversation with Ectoplasm.

“As long as you don’t die during my class I don’t care what you do All Might.” Aizawa frowns and a loud explosion has them looking to see Bakugo grinning almost sadistically before yelling at Ectoplasm.

“Oi! I killed you, send me another one that I can blow up!”

“He sure is something.” All Might chuckles and Aizawa nods, “Yup. He’s sure to get even stronger.” The two heroes share a moment of silence before another loud explosion appears, thinking it’s Bakugo quickly defeating another clone but when they look to see, their blood runs cold seeing red sparks disappearing in the air.

“Y/n…”

Wiping the blood from your mouth you could see that Ectoplasm was speaking but his voice sounded muffled and you felt your hands twitch. You could close the distance with Iida’s quirk and finish him off with a mixture of Bakugo’s and Todoroki’s…maybe use One For All to do it. Your body acts on instinct and you quickly close the distance shocking Ectoplasm who barely dodges an explosion that swipes at him burning the coat he wears. Ectoplasm goes to jump back but you twist your right foot and ice travels quickly across the ground trapping him in place.

The clone of your teacher looks up from his frozen feet to see your hand reared back red sparks quickly appearing that make him fearful, this being one thing that they had been warned about with your return. This apparent power made you lose control and join the League of Villains. Your fist collides with Ectoplasm and he quickly vaporizes and the force cracks the ground that you stand on and the surrounding pillars of stone shaking your classmates.

The dust that gets picked up has you waving your hand to keep it away from your face. As the dust settles you hear voices getting clearer and you realize it’s your teachers, your arms quickly grab your spinning you around to face them and you see it’s Mr. Aizawa staring down at you, his hands clutching your arms forcing you to look at him.

“L/n it’s you right?!” He yells at you, shaking you as you look at him confused, glancing past him you see some of your classmates looking at you guys but they're stopped by the other teachers, you spot All Might and he’s giving you the most fearful expression.

“L/n! You’re in control right!” He says and you slowly nod and they all seem to sigh in relief as Aizawa drops his hands off your arms.

“We saw you use that quirk again and thought the worst, are you sure you’re alright?” Aizawa says and you nod before your gaze seems to drift past him seeing someone standing in the far back but they keep fading in and out of your vision almost as if there was a block. Your blood runs cold seeing the familiar mask figure seemingly staring at you before they disappear.

“l/n..L/n.” Aizawa brings you back to his gaze as he looks at your face and you bring your hand to touch your face when you feel something wet and warm on your face. Pulling back your fingers are stained red, your classmates still trying to look and your teachers watch as blood drips out of your nose.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Yaoyorozu calls out quickly, creating a handkerchief which is quickly passed to your teacher who gives it to you as you press it against your nose, the white cloth quickly staining red.

“Go see Recovery Girl L/n,” Aizawa says and you slowly nod and you are brought out of Gym Gamma by Midnight as your classmates and teachers watch you leave. All Might gaze is glued onto your retreating figure a million thoughts running through him. All For One is locked up and he can't take control of Shimura, she’s safe. She is safe, right?

It’s awkwardly silent in Recovery Girl’s office, covered in wires showing your brain waves that look relatively calm as the healer takes notes. The nosebleed had stopped just as fast as it appeared

“And you’re sure nothing happened when you used that power right, Shimura?” Recovery Girl asks and you nod moving the wires attached to your head.

“Yes, Recovery Girl. I didn’t even plan for it…it just happened.” You say and the nurse looks at you before writing more in what looks like a file.

“You’re using his power.” Nana’s voice fills the quiet room and you turn to see her sitting on one of the rolling chairs.

“Your connection with All For One has allowed you to use his quirk.” She says and you look down at your hands, but his quirk was stealing other quirks. You wouldn’t be able to use the quirks he has stolen that you’ve never seen before. How was he able to have a connection to you through One For All? If you could just go in your own head and figure out this connection. Wait…you could. There has to be a hero in Japan that has some sort of mental manipulation you could.

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing I suggest not.” Toshinori’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and he sits where Nana once sat. You give him a look and he frowns,

“I can see it in your face you're planning something.” He says and your jaw drops..how the hell.

“I was not planning anything!” You say shocked he would accuse you of something you were definitely planning but he didn’t need to know. He gives you a look.

“You’re not planning anything Y/n.”

“I’m not planning anything Toshinori.”

The door to Mina’s room slams open, scaring the girl as you frantically look at her. Arriving back from Recovery Girl’s office to the dorms you had quickly researched any hero with any mind manipulation or anything involving the brain. You had found exactly what you were looking for a hero by the name of Mind Breaker. Their quirk allows them to infiltrate a person’s mind having control of the person or alter memories or thoughts. With a quick video online seeing their quirk in action you rushed to the floor above you leading you to Mina’s room.

“So you want me to watch you use someone’s quirk so you control your mind to figure out a memory…” The pink-haired girl says slowly trying to understand and you nod. It definitely sounded weird but she was the only person you could trust to watch over you while you were in your mind.

“I know this sounds weird but it could really help me understand my quirk and the reason I’m losing control sometimes.” You say begging for her to say yes. You could see the hesitance in her face before she slowly nods.

“Thank you Mina only favor I ask I swear!” You say pulling her to her feet,

“Only Y/n!” She says pausing the two of you in your steps, “If I can bring someone with me…” Who the hell was she going to bring?

Turns out grab Kirishima from across the floor had caused a huge train reaction, agreeing just wanting to satisfy your friend as you head down to the common area you bumped into Iida who was confused about where the three of you were going at such a late time, and once adding him to the group you ran into Todoroki and Midoriya who quickly joined in once Kirishima had spilled what you were going to do.

“This does not sound like a good idea L/n. We should inform Mr. Aizawa or any of the teachers of what you’re planning to do.” Iida says trying to get you all to turn back as you reach the courtyard in the middle of the dorms.

“Y/n knows what she’s doing Iida she wouldn’t be asking our help if she needed us,” Kirishima says as the five students follow after you. You didn’t need all five of them Mina was more than enough for what you needed to do.

“I agree with Iida, if you’re going to use a hero’s quirk that you have no prior training on yourself we have no idea what the effects might be,” Midoriya says and you stop in the middle of the grass turning to face the five of them.

“I doing this whether you guys approve of it or not. If you’re going to keep bickering you can leave otherwise you can help me.” You say your voice steady as you look at the five of them. They’re all quiet before Todoroki steps forward,

“What do you need us to do?” You’re thankful for the dual-haired boy before bringing yourself to sit on the grass and they quickly follow around you.

“The quirk is called Mind Break the hero can control minds and view and alter memories or thoughts. What happened during summer camp and Kamino Ward was the cause of whatever quirk I gained that I have no control over. I’m thinking I can figure out where this quirk came from and what to do about it.” You say looking at the group and your eyes lock onto Midoriya. He was really the only true person who knew the underlying of what you were talking about. You were trying to figure out why All For One had a connection with you. One For All was created by him but there was another factor that caused you to use his quirk and have him take control of your body.

“Are you sure you’re going to be safe? You’re taking control of your mind what if something starts happening to you?” Kirishima says, he had faith you would be alright but there was still the possibility.

“Mind Breaker’s quirk can only be broken if the person under control is able to overcome it or if the user is distracted and the quirk cancels out. So if something starts to go wrong, do anything you can do to wake me up even if that means you have to hurt me.” You say looking at them and they slowly nod.

Taking a deep breath your right-hand twitches as a deep purple mist surrounds it and you prepare yourself bringing your hand up, “What if we’re not able to wake you up L/n. Did you think about that?” Iida says trying to get one last plead to get you to stop. You pause your hand still having the purple mist before you touch your forehead.

“If you can’t wake me up…then you can get the teachers.” You say and Iida sighs in defeat failing at getting you to stop. Looking at the rest of them you bring your hand up to your forehead glancing at your hand and then back at them.

“Thanks, guys.” Your hand presses against your forehead and the purple mist seep into your head purple veins surround your eyes stretching outwards as your eyes roll into the back of your head and you tilt back. The last thing you hear before you collapse is your friends calling out to you before everything goes dark.

You open your eyes finding yourself in the same living room in your dreams, pushing yourself up from the couch you hear muffled voices coming from down the hall. Heading toward the noise you see the almost never-ending hallway lined with doors on each side with voices and sounds coming from each door. Walking towards one of the doors opening it peering inside you see yourself and the others in the courtyard speaking to each other before you used Mind Breaker’s quirk. Looking down the hallway at the vast amount of doors each holding a different moment or memory of yours.

Heading further down the hallway peering inside some doors seeing moments of your time at U.A. from an outside perspective from just a regular day in class or spending the day with your friends. Opening another door you feel a chill come from the room it was empty no memory to look at but you could see yourself chained to a floor unable to fight back and the voices outside sounding muffled. This was from Kamino the feeling of emptiness and lack of freedom as you could only watch and listen as All For One had a hold of your body. Quickly closing the door catching your breath from the horrible feeling that disappears behind the door.

Footsteps coming from down the hall as you hear voices heading further down,

“Come on Y/n, Papa is going to be looking for us.” A boy’s voice echos down the hallway before you hear a much younger you respond,

“Slow down! Wait for me!” You hear two children run further down the hallway and you quickly follow after them you get a glimpse of yourself and the other child before they enter a room the door closing behind them. Getting to the door it looked old almost rotting the door was probably not in use for years, the doorknob being a rusty gold knob placing your hand on the handle you slowly open the door as it creaks opens entering the room. Finding yourself back in the backyard that you’ve seen in your dreams before, playing in the grass was two children a boy with black hair grabs a ball, tossing it out into the yard and a corgi follows after it while the girl sits beside giggling watching the dog.

“Can you believe it Y/n grandma was a hero! When we get older we can become heroes, we’ll be a brother-sister duo and save people.” The boy says and the younger version of you smiles nodding your black hair moving in the breeze. A pain enters your chest looking at the boy, you had a brother… Your memory of your childhood was so blurred that you couldn’t picture your parents' faces or the fact that you even had siblings.

“Y’know what, I feel like I could take on the world right now.” Your brother says a grin on his face as he tosses the ball, “OUCH!” He winces looking down at his hand. Stepping forward to look at him closer almost a sense of deja vu when the sliding door slams open starling the three of you outside.

“TENKO! DID YOU SNEAK INTO MY STUDY!!” Your blood runs cold hearing that name come from the man’s lips. That couldn’t be true…there was no way. The face on the man was clear and you could tell this was your father, he glares down at Tenko shaking with anger, “Did you see it…?!”

Looking past your father you see them, your mother with Hana, your older sister. How could you forget her, remembering the times she would play with your hair and dress you up in her clothes as her own personal doll though you didn’t care. Hana is crying in your mother's arms with your grandparents in the back, “Tenko, he…he said he wanted to go in there!!” She sobs and you see movement from the corner of your eye. Your father raises his hand and you rush to stop him, putting your hands in front of Tenko to protect him, your father’s hand goes right through your body striking your brother.

“KOTARO NO!!” “STOP IT!” You and your mother scream out as the younger version of you watches in shock as Tenko hits the ground.

“That wasn’t your grandmother in the picture,” Your father hisses at Tenko, “That was a monster who abandoned her child! Do you really want to know what heroes are?!” He raises his hand to strike him as you try pushing him back but your hands go straight through his body.

“Stop it! Please Papa stop!” You cry out as Tenko recoils in fear,

“They’re people who hurt their own families only to help complete strangers.” Your father says as you fall through him frozen in shock next to your younger self as you watch him beat Shigaraki…Tenko…your brother. Tears pour from your eyes as Tenko cries out to your mother for anyone to help him. You watch your younger self get up rushing to Tenko shielding him before the next blow stops your father in his tracks.

“Don’t hurt him papa please!” The younger you cry out tears spilling down your face as Tenko looks at you in shock his hands hovering over your body. Your father gazes down at you,

“Y/n get off your brother now.” He orders you but your shake your head burying your head into your brother's chest not moving. He frowns reaching down grabbing your as you start trashing and screaming out to let you go, “Nao take her now!” Your father yells as your mother rushes to grab you as you cry in her grasp as well.

“NO MAMA STOP PAPA! TENKO HELP ME!” Your younger self cries out and you feel yourself getting pulled away by some force as your father turns to Tenko.

“NO STOP PLEASE! STOP IT, PAPA! TENKO!” You scream as Tenko's cries fill your ears as your father continues what he started. This was your family, it was never this perfect image your thought it was. Thrown back into the hallway you hit the ground your tears falling to the ground as the door shuts behind you. Wiping your face and rubbing the tears from your face you push yourself to stand propping yourself against the wall to ready yourself.

“I know how you’re family died!” Shigaraki’s voice fills the hall and you feel drained by what you witnessed, the truth of your past coming together with things your mind had blocked you from remembering. A door a few feet away from yours creaks open coming from it you could hear cries coming from it that sounded like Tenko’s. Heading to the door you slowly enter it closing behind you and you find yourself back in the yard, it was dark only the light from the house, and one of the streetlights gave some light to Tenko sitting along the fence crying your dog in his grasp. But it didn’t make sense how were you viewing a memory of your family’s death if you weren’t even there? That was one thing you did know, you were at a friend’s house when your family died but it didn’t make sense.

“I hate it…I can’t take it...I hate everyone..” Tenko cries out petting Mon while scratching himself with his other hand. You feel a spark run through you to him as cracks appear on Mon as the two of you watch in horror as your dog decays blood and guts pooling next to Tenko as blood starts to stain him.

“Tenko!” Hana’s voice fills the backyard and you turn seeing your sister walk out fiddling with her hands embarrassed, “Sooo…umm. I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done that. I was the one who said it had to be a secret…” She apologize oblivious of the dead dog and your brother panicking unable to warn her of what he had done.

“Tenko what’s wrong-” She seems to notice the distressed look on his face before looking at the mutilated dog lying next to him. Her screams fill the backyard as she tries to run away, Tenko cries out for her to help him his hands latching onto her dress, and you're forced to watch your sister decay in front of you. Tears well up in your eyes as Tenko grabs his face in horror vomiting from the shock, parts of his hair changing from black to the light blue you’re used to.

“Tenko..” Your mother’s voice echoes and you see her and your grandparent’s horrified faces having witnessed the death of their daughter/grandchild. Tenko reaches out his hand touching the grass and it instantly decays racing over to them. Tenko cries out as your mother tries rushing to him as they both reach out to each other but she disappears into dust as well as your grandparents.

This is how it happened, he gained his quirk and killed your family. Could you have changed this, if you were stronger you could’ve saved him.

“F…f..father...I’m sorry!” Tenko cries out his hair completely changed as your father looks in horror at his son seeing the remnants of his family. The ground beneath you shatters as you’re thrown up into the air, you see your father reach for some hedge clippers as Tenko tries to reach him and strike him across the face creating a scar on his lip. Your father reaches out his hand almost reaching him,

“TENKO! STOP!” In a flip of a switch, blood lust fills your brother as he reaches out his hand slamming against your father’s face as he decays,

“YOU DIE!!” He screams and the decay reaches the home you grew up in and crumbles to rumble as Tenko stands in the middle of the destruction. This was the moment you lost your family and your brother. Standing by side your brother he seems to leave this haze of hatred as he looks down at his hands before tears pour from his face as he cries out into the night.

“Mama...Papa...Hana...I’m so sorry!” He cries out falling to his knees when a snap of a twig has his head snapping up shock on his face as cough and soft cries get closer and there you were. You were in your pajamas clutching a blanket, you were covered in dust and rubble your black hair looking gray.

“Tenko…where’s mama and papa?” You say tears in your eyes as you try wiping away the rubble. You were there, the night your family died. You and Tenko were the only survivors but your mind had told you that you weren’t there and your entire family was killed in a freak accident, but it was Tenko’s quirk. Tenko and your younger self’s voices fade into the background as there is one door in the middle of the yard amongst the rubble that seemed locked up, but beckoning you to enter. Stepping closer, you cringe hearing your feet step into the blood and guts of your family as you bring your hand to the rest of the door. The door decays with the touch of your hand and you enter finding yourself on a rooftop rain pelting down on you as two figures stand towards the edge, their backs towards you an umbrella over them.

“Strange. I thought he’d lost his memories…” The shorter man says looking down to the street as you start to walk closer.

“Not lost-just shut away,” You freeze hearing All For One voice echo on the rooftop, “But they remain within him. His family’s hands will restrain him…keep him in check…with his memories locked away, it’s only his unstable emotions that float to the surface. And that unease…look. He’s keeping his own quirk in check subconsciously.” All For One says as you reach the edge a distance away from them looking over feeling bile rise up your throat seeing Shigaraki standing amongst a pool of blood, covered in the hands that he has now as the rain drenches him cleaning away the blood on him but not the sins that cling onto his body.

“I will cultivate him. Encourage him! He will be the Symbol of Fear who lusts for destruction! And we’ve just witnessed his first major step down that path!” All For One grins as the two look down at him.

The other man nods before bringing his hands to his suspenders and pulling on them, “What of the girl? You saw she lacks anything of use for us. We should just get rid of her.” All For One is silent looking out at the city of Japan as the rain comes down hard.

“She is Nana Shimura’s grandchild. Quirks nowadays had a possibility to transcend the fact we know now. She has One For All in her…she will be the perfect weapon to destroy heroes.” He says and the other man laughs,

“But it’s not the real one! Just some genetic mutation from it and you’ve seen her. Meek, practically a mute. We’re lucky she’ll even try to train instead of running off with Tenko.” The man says and All For One is still staring out at the city before bringing his gaze to his hand that he raises the hole in the middle of his palm from All For One.

“That girl will be the key to destroying the heroes. She alongside Tenko will find the true One For All and return it to me. Her connection with One For All no matter how weak it is now will bring her to the next user.” All For One says…One For All was like a beacon as well. Before you realized you had One For All you had already gotten close to Midoriya instantly being drawn to him.

“And how will we be certain when she finds them they won’t try to change her. You know how One For All is.” The other man says and All For One laughs.

“One For All is persistent it will see the good no matter what the situation is,” All For One says and the two stand in silence as the rain pours around them,

“Give her All For One.” He says and you feel your heart drop this is how...

“Quirks are known to mutate and the possibility of combining these two quirks to become something more powerful is a chance I’m willing to take. If she does try to resist I will have a link to her to keep in line. When Tenko is ready as well he will receive a copy of All For One.” The other man tries to protest saying that it’s too dangerous giving such a powerful quirk to a child but All For One ignores him.

“Tenko Shimura and Y/n Shimura will be the two that will destroy hero society and the world under my guidance. One For All will be no match for them.” All For One says and you look at him in horror. This was his plan. You had One For All and All For One inside you combing and growing stronger and Shigaraki was to receive it as well or did he already have it. You had to go warn Midoriya and All Might. You needed to tell everyone.

“Now where are you going Shimura.” His voice cuts through the air making you freeze in your step as you see All For One turn staring directly at you the other man next to you oblivious of your appearance. This was impossible this was a memory, probably not your own but he shouldn’t be able to see you.

“Infiltrating my mind…I’m surprised how much you’ve grown.” He says and you quickly raise your hand the purple mist reappearing, you were done you had to get out of her. He quickly raises his hand and your arm freezes in place and the mist disappears, “No running away now.”

Out of your mind, it had almost been 30 minutes with Iida pacing the courtyard, Todoroki sitting beside Midoriya and Mina, while Kirishima sat beside picking it the grass when movement catches the redhead’s eye. You twitched slightly the purple veins surrounding your eyes dimming before getting brighter, “Uh guys…” Kirishima calls out and they all look over at you seeing you twitch again before your body seizes and they all jump into action. Mina grasps your face slapping it slightly trying to get you to wake up as the others yell shaking your body.

“She’s not waking up!” Mina cries out and Todoroki raises his left-hand flames appearing on his hand, he hesitated slightly before pressing his hand against your arm cringing as the flames burn your arm but no reaction to waking you up.

“It’s not working!” Kirishima calls out and Iida stands up, “I’m getting Mr. Aizawa!” He yells before rushing out as the others try waking you up.

You cringe feeling your arm grow warm and a burn appears on your arm, that should work on waking you up but frozen by All For One stops you from leaving your mind and his as well.

“Now I’m surprised in you Shimura…you’re getting stronger. One For All and All For One has given you power beyond your imagination.” He says.

“I rather die than be forced with a quirk like yours.” You spit out at him and he grins the younger version of himself with the scars it was eerie seeing the similarities to yourself both of you having the same hair color and now knowing you shared the same quirk. The burning sensation on your arm grows more as start to hear voices almost surrounding you all.

“She said it would work! Why isn’t it working?!” “I don’t know how long I can keep burning her like this!” “Come on Y/n wake up!” “Where’s Iida with Mr. Aizawa!”

The sound of your friends’ voices is muffled but you feel your body twitch from the hold All For One has you in, “You should be thanking me for the power you have to reshape the world as we know it. All Might or One For All couldn’t give you the power I can give you.” He says stepping forward holding his hand out trying to lure you to accept him.

You spit at him it landing on his face your glare fierce as you both glare at each other, “You’ll have to kill me then.” You say as he wipes the spit from his face before looking back at you.

“Very well than Shimura…” He says raising his hand as rivets shoot from his fingers they dig into your chest and stomach, and fiery pain rushes through you as the invisible hold on you is released as you hit the ground. Ripping the rivets from your body blood quickly pools out from your wounds as you gasp for air feeling the puncture wound in your lung. Looking up at him you glare at him,

“Burn in hell.” You spit out raising your left hand the largest amount of flames released towards him. The heat from it burns straight up your arm as your other hand holds your stomach trying to stop the bleeding. The flames probably wouldn’t do anything to stop him as you push yourself to stand limping to the door on the rooftop that leads you back into the hallway. Pressing your hand against the wall leaving a smear of blood as you try to catch your breath as blood quickly fills your lung.

“YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE ME SHIMURA!!” All For One’s voice echos through the hallway shaking the doors as the ground beneath you begins to crack, the distant sound of your friends from the other end of the hall has you pushing forward. Your movements are sluggish and disoriented as you keep one hand pressed against your chest blood slipping through your digits staining your clothes red as it seeps down to the floor a trail of blood following behind you.

A sharp pain has you hitting the wall catching yourself almost slipping from your red-covered hand, wheezing trying to get air to fill your lungs coughing blood flies from your mouth the metallic bitter taste stinging your mouth.

“SHIMURA!”

Looking back dark shadows stretch from down the halls as the walls crack almost decaying towards your direction.

“Come on Y/n wake up!” The sound of your friends has you looking back toward the light at the end of the hall, calling out to you. Pushing yourself forward stumbling almost running to it about to reach it your hand almost grasping it when a hand grabs yours pulling you to turn around.

“Tenko…” Your voice echoes in the hallway as you look at him, he is older now the age you are used to as he looks at you taking in your disheveled and bloody appearance. He still wore the hand covering his face, your father’s hand.

“Y/n…” He whispers back almost in shock seeing you here before him, you could see behind him the decay getting closer and the chill of All For One’s presence getting closer. Reaching your hand to his face cradling his face still covered.

“I will save you, brother. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you before.” You say and between the fingers, you can see his eyes widen in surprise and almost what looked like joy. The bellowing from All For One and the cries from your friends each grow louder as you hold your brother in your arms as he holds your wrist in his hands. Moving your hand from holding his face to the hand covering his face, starting to pull it away.

“I’m sorry I forgot about you...Tenko.” You say right as you could start to make out his eyes a force grabs him yanking him into the shadows your hand reaching out to his as he tries to grab you.

“TENKO!” “SAVE ME Y/N!” You both cry out and it all goes black.

Gasping for the air you shoot upward bringing your hands to your chest and stomach trying to feel for the wounds that are not there. You quickly make out Mina and Kirishima who are on each side of you holding you as you try to catch your breath. Todoroki is shaking holding his left arm as Midoriya tries comforting him. Finally taking account of Iida with Mr. Aizawa, both looking out of breath from running here as Aizawa releases his quirk his hair falling to his shoulders.

Mina and Kirishima as speaking frantically trying to make sure you’re alright while your gaze is locked onto your hands, red doesn’t stain your hands anymore but the truth of your past and future was thicker than the blood once on your skin.

You sat in Mr. Aizawa’s makeshift office your arm was wrapped in a bandage from the burn Todoroki had given you but not healed at all. On the other side of the table are Aizawa and All Might the two of them staring at you, silence filled the room before Aizawa spoke up.

“Do you have any idea what you did was dangerous and incredibly irresponsible of you? You copied a hero’s quirk that you have no experience in and decided to use it on yourself to what? Figure out a quirk you couldn’t understand.” Aizawa says furious beyond belief as you just stare at the table while All Might glances between the two of you not sure when to step in.

“You could have endangered your classmates who you forced into helping you. I should expel you for what you’ve done tonight for your complete lack of responsibility or safety over your classmates!” Aizawa says and you shift in your seat your gaze still locked onto the table.

“Are you even listening to me L/n?!” Aizawa says putting his hands on the table and your gaze shifts from the table to him for the first time.

“Shimura.”

“I’m sorry what?” Mr. Aizawa says confused by the sudden drop of a random last name.

“My last name is Shimura…isn’t that right All Might?” You say your voice dripping with malice as your gaze shifts from your teacher to the retired hero. All Might seems to shrink in his seat from his gaze.

“And I wasn’t being reckless Mr. Aizawa. We all know I lack control over my quirk, especially what happened during the summer camp,” You say and Aizawa tries speaking but you continue, “I thought if I could figure out the source of my quirk I could gain better control of it.” You say glancing back at All Might and you know he understands the double meaning to it.

“That doesn’t excuse your behavior. Your lucky you didn’t hurt any of your classmates or yourself either.” Aizawa says pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “You’ll spend the last of your summer until school picks up under a semi-house arrest. You will do your training and after that be in the dorms, with no interactions with your classmates in any way.” Aizawa states his terms and you silently accept your terms and he sends you back to the dorms with All Might to escort you.

The tension between the two of you is so thick it could be cut with a knife. “Y/n..” All Might calls out to you but you keep your gaze glued to the road in front of you. You didn’t want to deal with whatever bullshit lectures he was going to give you. Did he know? Was he keeping it hidden from you? No, there is no way he didn’t know when he figure out the truth about you.

He calls out to you again and you pause from the entrance of the dorms turning to look down at him, “Are you okay? You just have seemed out of it of sorts.” He says and you glance at the older man. He seemed almost anxious about the whole situation.

“I’m fine All Might,” You say and you could see him wince slightly hearing his hero name instead of his actual one, “I wouldn’t keep secrets from you…You’re someone I trust.” Your voice was calm and you could see how he stiffens and how his eyes widen slightly with what you said.

“As would I, Young Shimura.” He says he clenches his hands to keep them from shaking with nerves. He knows… The quiet night fills the silence between you two as you turn to enter the dorm leaving the former Number One alone, no goodbye or goodnight the weight of his betrayal strains your heart. Was there anyone you could trust anymore? Only one thing became a promise to yourself and to the boy you failed to save. You were going to find your brother.

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