Puppy Love

Let the Sky fall

Tags: Lestappen, Max Verstappen centered, Max Verstappen Character Analysis, Hurt/Comfort, Jos Verstappen Slander, Happy Ending, Charles Leclerc's Sunset lap and Max Verstappen's Storm lap, The Brazil 2023 Effect hasn't left yet

Word Count: 2k

This work is also on AO3 under user roianamustang (me).

The sky darkens, the rain falls and the clouds drape. A storm is nearing. Maybe it’s already arrived. Or perhaps it was always there. Looming just beside his shoulder. Never whispering, always yelling, muttering under his breath.

The wind blows, shakes. The wind is moving and everpresent, especially in a state like the Netherlands. Especially in a household like the Verstappens.

A storm is the natural phenomenon of a violent disturbance of the atmosphere with strong winds and usually rain, thunder, lightning, or snow.

The 2023 season felt like a good quali lap with 3 full purple sectors. His wins got familiar and his rare, but present, losses felt like the calm before the storm. And that was taken literally on the track of São Paulo, Brazil. 

This year was like a whirlwind that wasn’t stopping and it really swiveled itself that morning. The warm, humid air felt good on his skin. He lowered his visor, pressed the throttle, exited the pit lane.

 A short straight, followed by chicanes. Max’s eyes stood unblinking. 

Turn left. Turn right. 

Go faster. 

A straight. DRS. 

Go faster.

Sharp left. 

Purple. 

The force pushed him right and over the edge. 

He remembered.

When he opened his eyes, Max saw the sky. Bright blue spanning across his vision. Along with some dark, blurry spots. 

He heard voices and felt hands touching him. Pulling him. 

He flinched. Or at least tried to, but he couldn’t tell what was happening.

Soon enough the noise started to filter in. Screams entering his ears and the sun warming his suit, reminded Max of where he was. Physically at least. 

Opening lap of his 2021 Silverstone Grand Prix. And he’d crashed.

The marshalls were checking if anything was wrong and he could feel himself shaking his head. He’d crashed.

He could walk, nothing was broken. He’d crashed.

He entered the garage, went to the infirmary and sat. The doctors checked him over. A concussion at most, they said. He’d crashed.

The word flying around estimated 51 G-forces. A miracle. He’d crashed.

Christian came over and stood with him. Daniel called immediately after the race. Asked him how he was.

It doesn’t matter.

He’d crashed.

The sun shined brighter. Redder.

Angry or worried. He didn’t know. He’d only felt one emotion as a constant in his life and he couldn’t look the sun in the eye. It was too bright.

The sky is the region of the atmosphere and outer space seen from the earth.

Sector 2 has started. A push on the pedals, the speed increases.

He can feel his arm muscles tense, turn, gain control over the long turns. 

Turn 8. Chicanes. Right. Left. Right. Hit the apex. Keep the speed. 

Turn.

Purple.

The sky darkens.

And yet, he can still feel his sun’s heat on his back. Catching on. Keeping up. Feeding.

Like always.

When he was a child, he remembers sitting with his sister under the blankets looking at picture books about space. A flashlight in his hand. Opening, closing, mimicking stars. Scattering it around to make constellations.

Stars. Bright and big. Almost like they had a presence. An aura. A purpose. 

He remembers his wonder when he found out the Sun was a star. Read about it incessantly. The brightness, along with its heat, being the main cause for life on Earth. It created great things, but as he found later on, with big risks. 

It felt godly.

It held the power in its hands to not just create, but also destroy.

Humanity has and will always be its own risk. Our actions making even the thing that keeps us alive, deadly.

The Sun wasn’t just warm, it was scalding. It was strong, it lashed out. 

It grew and it grew. It will continue to grow, to the point where it will swallow. It will grow and then it will shrink.

It will be quiet.

It will burst.

And Jos?

He bleeds human.

His father felt like wind. It pushed and pulled and yelled. 

His father felt Aeolian. Loud. Intense. Angry.

Anger. 

An emotion he’s always known of. An emotion he’s allowed to have. The only one he was allowed to express.

When the checkered flag came into view and his kart crossed the finish line in third place, pride was what was felt. Sure, he hadn't won, but he was on the podium.

He was on the podium, dad!

He smiled and picked up his trophy. He took pictures and turned to show his accomplishment. 

He was on the podium, dad!

He froze. He shivered, flinched. He stayed quiet in the car and looked up when his door opened. He stepped outside, but his dad went inside again. 

What?

The window opened. He heard the words, tried replying to them even. But then, he looked at wind in the eye and felt cold.

As the car drove away, Max Verstappen left. 

He left there in the parking lot of the gas station, standing still. 

He doesn’t know if he ever returned. And if any effort was made to do so, it was quickly diminished when he found himself in the same place it started. Or more accurately, ended.

He was on the podium, dad.

A black hole is a place in space where gravity pulls so much that even light cannot get out.

A sharp left turn. He hits the apex and speeds up again. The wind blows but he doesn’t feel it. 

He never lifts his foot off the pedal. 

He speeds up and up and up.

Purple.

Sector 3 done. 

Pole position.

For now.

Rain drops. The sun shines from behind, not above.

The session is finished.

On Sunday he starts on pole. And that afternoon he feeds his sun. Max doesn’t trap his light.

A solar storm is a disturbance on the Sun, which can emanate outward across the heliosphere, affecting the entire Solar System.

He was leading. He was winning. That first place trophy was his. 

He was robbed. And now very wet.

Thrown in a puddle, as if all these years of experience were for nothing.

He turned to see who it was, who had dared. Turning his head, Max for a second was blinded by the glare of the Sun. 

The Sun was prettier than he should be, but it doesn't matter. He'd lost.

When he heard the word ‘Inchident’ come out of the Sun's mouth, the only thing pushing him away, in the opposite direction, was the wind.

But the heat never left.

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December 6, 2020

He follows the Sun, but maybe the Sun also follows him back.

The supernova occurs when a star suddenly increases greatly in brightness because of a catastrophic explosion that ejects most of its mass.

Austria 2019. Mad Max.

After embracing the anger for so long, he succeeded.

He was anger. He was fear. He made people freeze. He was strong and he won. He fought back.

So why?

Why did the wind tire him out? Why did his Sun disappear? 

Why wasn’t it enough? When will it be enough?

What will it take, that he hasn't already given?

He was on the podium, dad.

He won, dad.

Up until 2019, Max Verstappen made a name for himself. 

Whether that was with his reckless behavior or inability to allow drivers to overtake, that’s a story for another day. 

He was becoming someone. He had gained importance.

When he was small, his mom learned that he liked books about space. A woman ready to sacrifice everything and more for her children, caught unto that fact quickly. She gave him books, he learned and ranted to her eagerly.

She listened. She always did.

His sister looked up at him, trailed after his every word, ready to believe anything he said. Captured every thought of his and held it close to her little heart.

He loved them.

And yet, they still left him. 

He was alone.

He was alone in a house, with its windows wide open. No curtains drawn. The wind was bursting in its seams. It shook every space, every nook and cranny. It shook him.

He was alone, in a void.

No friends at school, no birthday parties to go to, no sister, no mom, no childhood.

Even when he succeeded, he didn’t feel like his dad felt proud.

It was almost like he didn’t have a dad in the first place. He only had a father.

The Boötes Void, colloquially referred to as the Great Nothing, is an approximately spherical region of space found in the vicinity of the constellation Boötes, containing nearly no galaxies. We have yet to find the reason.

Sunday arrived. Assured and known, yet still exciting. It would never grow old. Not like galaxies and stars did. 

He wore his fireproof, put on his balaclava. Holding the helmet for a moment, he allowed himself to look upon its design. A design fit for a World Champion. The gold shined. The lion stared back.

He got the gloves and entered the RB19.

Breath in. Breath out. 

The cars lined up in their positions. The sun shined brightly right behind him, in second position. The sky was clear, no clouds, no wind.

He took the wheel in his hand. Felt his mind go blank.

The formation lap.

A short straight followed by a left turn into Turn 1.

He hears the wheels and then the distant thud. 

The sun isn't shining brightly. Not anymore.

It’s been dimming this year.

He won, but there was no rays there around him, warm and inviting like always. There was no wind but it still felt cold.

Max Verstappen learned early in his life, career, that he had only one true constant in his life. And it wasn’t the wind, the storm or the sky. It was the Sun. It was his Sun. His Sun was a man, it was a star.

His Sun attracted so many planets, so many other stars across the universe. Orbited around him. They tried coming closer, but the heat was too much. For them at least.

This Sun, was just a star.

This Sun was a man in red.

This Sun hurt, loved, cared, fought.  

This Sun met him toe to toe, eye to eye, heart to heart.

This Sun never left, it rotated only to one thing.

It rotated to Max, just as Max rotated to him.

This Sun carried the weight of responsibility, of history on his shoulders. 

This Sun was Charles Leclerc.

This star was his binary.

A binary star is a system of two stars that are gravitationally bound to and in orbit around each other.  X-ray binaries are made up of a normal star and a collapsed star. These pairs of stars produce X-rays. If the stars are close enough together that material is pulled off the normal star by the gravity of the dense, collapsed star. They feed on each other, until they collide.

It took years, but Max Verstappen isn’t scared of the wind anymore. He’s reunited with his mom and his sister. He has friends. He has wins, races and championships. 

He has confidence. He feels. He expresses. 

Anger is a second thought, not a solution.

And he has understood that, at the end of the day, all of his success was his hard work paying off. 

He has earned it. He has deserved it.

He has healed.

Mom. Victoria. I won.

Dad. I am a World Champion.

Charles. Let’s keep going.

Max. I am proud of you.

The days may pass, time may go on, the universe may be in constant motion. But he is temporary. And it’s ok. He is a simple creature. He is a star.

The star in his arms, unwinding, glowing, asleep, will rotate for eternity. The Sun isn’t up in the sky, it’s in his house, on his couch. He’s warm and will never let the wind make Max cold again.

Nuzzling his nose on the head full of hair in his arms, feeling the pressure on his body, Max Verstappen calms. Closes his eyes. 

Dreams of red and blue.

In the future he dreams of purple.

He’s come to terms with his past.

In the present, he lives.

He is Max Verstappen, and the world echoes his name.

-End-

Please note that no matter how much I am writing here, it is all artistic speculation of what Max himself has decided to show the world. Do not forget that these drivers are real people.

@anakin-tedua-skywalker I love you (fatherly tone)

A tiny analysis even if I feel like this one is pretty obvious:

Aeolian sound or Aeolian tone is sound that is produced by wind when it passes over or through objects.

Any phenomenon that isn't the Wind or The Sun, is Max himself.

The binary stars at the end is Lestappen.

I'm not so sure about this one but I did want to write it so I will still post it here and on my ao3.

Thank you so much for reading! It would mean a lot if I managed to get some reposts, comments or liked!

meeting mr. mistletoe

→ Pairing: Namjoon x Female Reader

→ Summary: When your company hosts its annual gift exchange, you don’t expect to receive anything since you’re the one setting it up. But the holiday magic works its way back around to you, giving you not only a Secret Santa of your own, but a Santa who’s also your Secret Admirer. Even though this person has you totally flattered, you’re nervous about learning who he is at the annual Holiday Santa Soirée. You weren’t ever one to approve of office romances, and you still aren’t exactly sure how to navigate this, especially when you uncover who Mr. Mistletoe really is.

→ Genres: Fluff | Romance | Humor

→ AU: CEO x Secretary | Idiots to Lovers | Christmas/Holiday-themed

→ Word Count: 16.2k

→ Rating: pg-13

→ Warnings: mentions of alcohol & alcohol consumption

→ Other: A big thank you to Maggie @kimtaehyunq for making this banner ages ago and letting me reuse it again!! This a repost of my old fic titled the same thing! I hope you like this updated version and give it the same amount of love, oh and happy early holidays!!

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i have no explanation for this…

Touya breathed in. Dabi breathed out: Let’s reconstruct his death.

 [Because we know more than you think.]

Here is the funny thing: At this point we have more information about Toya’s entire childhood, than we have about Hawks’. So let’s be faster than Horikoshi thinks is good for us, and reconstruct it accuratly.

There are three big things to “assume” before I start. First: Dabi is not a Nomu. Second: Dabi is not an undercover hero. (I saw “theories” about this and I won’t waste time by listing up all the reasons this is impossible.)

Third: The “Hawks’s parent was a thief”-theory is true. (Their names are written in the same kanji; There was no need for Ending to mention this name in ch. 250, other than plot-setup; It fits chronologically in both Hawks’ and Endeavor’s history etc.)

So, Let’s tell the story of Todoroki Toya. - For this I elaborated an extreme professional graph:

Looking at the dates and following the canon rhythm of all Todoroki siblings being around 3 years apart, Dabi is currently 26.

In the picture of his shrine, he wears a traditional middle-school uniform, which means he “died” between age 14 and 16. This perfectly fits in line with the information we got from Fuyumi, which told us that Toya died, shortly after Rei left the house respectively after Shoto got his scar. (Meaning, we talk about a time-frame in which the Todoroki-children were left ‘alone’ with Endeavor.)

His scars are neat and symmetrical, which means Dabi’s scars are self-inflicted. The placing of Dabi’s facial scars perfectly matches the locations of Endeavors flame-beard, which means he tried to copy Endeavor’s looks.

We know that Endeavor stopped training Toya to focus on Shoto. (Because Toya was allowed to play with his siblings, while Shoto was dragged away. Toya had to be 12 - 14 when we saw him playing soccer with them in ch. 39.) So Toya lived at home before he died.

[We know the hard trainings-program of the HPSC would not allow many breaks to play with siblings at home. We know from Natsuo (in ch. 250) that Toya often (!) played with him. The HPSC would also have informations about a unforgettable quirk like his, if they had any conection with his “death”.]

This hilariously sad, because it means: Toyas death was not a trainings-incident inflicted by Endeavor nor was it inflicted by the HPSC!

Toya Todoroki died because of something he did himself. (Every clue points towards this and I can’t believe how many people get this wrong when theorizing.)

But this is where the thrill starts: Because we also know that Toya cared for his siblings…

And to tell you my own bloody theory: Toya wanted to proof that he wasn’t a “failure” and he wanted to protect tiny Shoto from the painful training. So he tried to impress Endeavor by teaching himself how to use fire like him - and he forced himself to handle the pain. But the flames where too hot and Toya set a huge fire. Seriously injured, in fear, shame and rage he run away from home. Since the fire had destroyed the surroundings, his family thought his body got incinerated within and declared him dead.

And Dabi was born.

…So is there anything more to think ab-

“Yeah Sherlock- How the fuck does Dabi know Hawks’ real name?”, a rhetorical (and a little rude) reader might ask.

Great question! To be honest, I’m just as confused as Hawks. (But before you throw your tomatoes, let’s see if we can change that:)

First of all, I’ll assume Dabi didn’t pay black hats to hack into the database of the Hero Public Safety Commision, because firstly, this would make his persona completly non-essential to this knowledge - and secondly, they litterally have “Safety” in their name - So I’ll fucking hope their firewalls are…  hot.

From a writing point of view it makes way more sense that Hawks shared his name with Toya Todoroki in person.

So let’s look at Hawks’ life in the graph. Hawks was born in Fukuoka, which is a five-hour-ride away from the Todoroki’s mansion in Mustafu. Tiny Hawks spent his first years of life in a dumpster. (”Ah, pardon, Sir. My bad, I failed to see the floor, because of the trash piles NEXT TO YOUR FUCKING CHIL-!”)

However there are two possibilitys:

1.: Keigo and Toya met in the HPSC in Mustafu.

If this is true, it probably happened in the (2 - 4 year) timeframe after Hawks got scouted and before Shoto got his “perfect” quirk, where Endeavor found himself still enraged about Toya’s “wasted-potential”. So forced Toya to train with the “government-kid” (…which was a prodigy in contrast to his own “failure of a son”.)

In this scenario, Hawks broke the rule of “never using his real name again” and told Toya during the match. Back then Hawks was only around 6 - 8 years old, so its plausible for him not to remember Toya’s face well. … But on the other Hand: If Toya had ever participated in the HPSC-training, the Comission would have informations about him and his unforgetable quirk. Its unlikely that they wouldn’t recognize Dabi’s describtion in their data base.]

2.: Keigo and Toya met in Kyushu in autumn.

We know Endeavor captured “Takami”, before Keigo was recruited and forbidden to use his name.

We know it happened in autumn and we can assume Keigo was younger than seven years. There are many possibilitys- Maybe the thief Takami exploited Keigo’s quirk for criminal activitys and that is the reason Keigo was so skilled at a young age. Maybe Toya was with his father that day…

- But at this point it feels like throwing stones in the dark: Eventually we will hit something, but it might be fucking bruised.

Or what do you think? Did I make a horrible mistake somewhere up there?

Either way- I’m hyped to get more content to analyze, so I can keep ignoring my homework during quarantine.

love poem

— summary: for years you’ve suffered for the longest time and for years they’ve hurt without understanding the true meaning behind it all. soulmates connected through the hearts, soulmates connected through the slightest touches, and when they finally meet their last soulmate, the seven gods vowed to themselves that they will love and protect you for the rest of their immortal lives

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst, soulmates!au, poly!au, gods!au, god of knowledge!namjoon, god of stars!seokjin, god of music!yoongi, god of sun!hoseok, god of spring!jimin, god of ocean!taehyung, god of hearth!jungkook

— word count: 29.0K

— warnings: mentions of death, mentions of war, minor character deaths

— prompt: “It won’t be easy you know…trying to love me”

— a/n: i hope you guys haven’t forgotten the dear; sweet bubbies project. sorry i’ve been so slow on these requests but here is the second installment! for you bubs @hope122598​

Soft crispy crunches follow your footsteps as you walk among the snowy path, the wind seeming more restless than ever this morning. Little bits of snowflakes descend from the sky, falling and falling in an endless cycle for the snowy mountains will never come to understand what Spring looks like.

For days upon days and years upon years, you have always prayed to see what it will be like to live with warmth, in a home of hearth, in a shelter that can provide comfort and heat to your body and mind. But you know that as you walk up the path of the mountain, stairway long ruined since over many years ago, with the hood of your cloak constantly hoping to leave your head and the wind howling all around, wishing alone will only get you so far.

The morning sun brings no heat for you, icy particles kissing your cheeks from time to time and leaving you bright red from how cold it is.

But you’re used to this.

It’s okay. 

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Chapter Four: Job Offer (Hawks X Reader)

Ah! I hope you enjoy this part. Hawks isn’t in it personally, but it revolves around him. He’ll be in the next bit though. Summary: Hawks offers you a job Warnings: None

Part one: Part Two: Part Three

Having a strict boss wasn’t always a bad thing. It meant she knew the ins and outs of the industry well, and didn’t mind putting up a fuss when the government research lab in Tokyo tried to deny you a temporary transfer to their facility. Not only were you more than qualified to work there, you had also received a special recommendation from the number two hero in Japan. After a few strongly worded emails, the tenacious woman had bought you two full weeks in the lab that kept the captured nomus. You were extremely grateful since your original plan was to just try and take a weekend trip out there. After the two weeks were over and you finally returned, it was with an overwhelming amount of new information to process. You’d only ever seen the nomus on news broadcasts, so getting to study them up close and read through some of the private information that had been gathered on them was a huge deal.

“Welcome back,” your boss looks up from her computer to greet you on your first day back. “Long time no see. How was it?”

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wylan and the other crows

Little Leopard [1]

"If it weren't for seven men that fateful night you wouldn't be here now. They showed you good people did exist. That life can be great, that you can be loved and cared for. These seven men were the men you loved and cherished. These men were your mates. Your safety blanket. And to them. You were their Little Leopard.

Pairing: OT7 X Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Hybrid! AU, Strangers to Lovers! AU, Rich!BTS, Fluff, Angst(And I mean Angst), Polyamorous!BTS

Warnings: Past Abuse/Sexual Abuse, Explicit Language, Anxiety, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of blood/injuries, Trust Issues.

Word Count: 2.2K

Author Note: I wrote this when I had a sudden urge to write ad this is the outcome, I hope you guys enjoy it, it's quite depressing but I promise there is a happy ending and that themes do get brighter the more you read, it's not my best but I did my best since I haven't written properly for a while! Our Good Girl will be released soon I promise!

This was it. This was the end of the miserable thing you called life. Finally sweet sweet release from the years of abuse and torment. It was finally ending, your body had enough, you were giving up. You had enough and it seems the universe has had enough of you too.

For years you had been bought, sold, traded to different owners. Not one treated you well. Being a rare breed of hybrid caused you to be shipped off constantly to different owners, either for money or simply for your new owner’s entertainment. It had been an endless cycle since you were a cub. Torn from your parents so young that you can’t even remember them.

Your final owner had been the worst, you were used to the poor treatment but this time had been too much. Beaten black and blue to the point of barely conscious, he thought you were already dead, demanding his bodyguard to dispose of you, which leads to where you are now, a bloody pulp, curled up in a glacial and damp alleyway, shivering and barely able to stay awake, life feeling like it’s being sucked out of you, there was no one to help, everyone inside from the pouring rain and night sky. It’s not like they would anyway. You couldn’t cry out for help even if you wanted to. So here you are, accepting death's kiss willingly. Your misery was finally about to en-

Your hybrid ears twitch at the sound of voices, two to be precise. You could barely open your eyes, you just wanted to give up. You didn’t want any more suffering yet you prepared yourself for it.

“No, I swear I saw someone dump something here Joonie! They looked so sketchy I just want to make sure it’s nothing harmful! Kids walk this street all the time, what if it’s something that could hurt them?”

“Jimin, if that's the case then we should call the police to deal with this instead. Are you one hundred per cent sure you saw someone dump something here?”

“Yes, Namjoon! Are you doubting me? Let’s see what it was first before we do anything, we don’t want to waste their time if there is nothin- Is that blood?”

The two men were immediately much more alert and worried, the tallest pushing the youngest behind him as they peer properly into the alleyway, turning their lights on their phones on and gasping in horror seeing the small malnourished body curled up and fighting for their life.

“Oh my god Joonie it’s a hybrid, they’re hurt badly, we gotta help them.” The smallest says heartbreaking at the sight. He would never understand what people get out of hurting something so unique.

“Her. It’s a female, I can’t tell what hybrid breed she is, her fur is too dirty. Jimin go to the car, get the blanket we leave in there, she’s ice cold.” Namjoon orders and without any protests, the man rushes away to grab it.

“Hey there, stay with me okay? My boyfriend and I are going to help you okay? You’re safe now, I’m Namjoon, what’s your name?” Namjoon says softly, hesitant to touch you in case he hurt you more, he didn’t want to scare you more than you already were. You part your lips and let out a tiny humourless laugh making Namjoon frown.

“T-That’s what t-they all say, g-go ahead f-finish t-their job, e-end it please, make i-it quick.” You choke out, your ribs were most definitely broken. Namjoon felt like he could have thrown up at your words, you sounded so broken, done with life. He immediately shakes his head at you, gently moving some hair out of your face, he wasn’t going to give up on you. He begins to panic as he watches your eyes roll into the back of your head, finally succumbing to the exhaustion and pain, just as Jimin appears again.

“I got it! Here.” He pants handing it to Namjoon who quickly wraps your limp body in it and scoops you up into his arms turning to Jimin and breathing out,

“Drive us home. Now.”

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“What’s taking them so long? They only went to pick up some files from the office.” Jungkook pouts looking at his watch then back up to the window where had been staring out for a good half an hour already. He was concerned. Namjoon and Jimin were never late home. Ever.

“They’ll be home soon, I’m sure Jungkook-ah, they could have got caught in traffic or they’re driving slow because of the rain?” Seokjin says reassuringly, giving the youngest a soft smile and nodding his head over to the dinner table.

“Come help me set up for dinner?”

Jungkook hesitates but nods, getting up from where he sat and beginning to gather cutlery to place on the table, trying to distract his mind from worrying after two of his boyfriends, looking up when he hears someone coming down the stairs noticing it was Yoongi.

“I’ve rung both of them and I’ve gone straight to voicemail. I might head to the office to see if they’re still ther-'' Yoongi starts but is cut off when the front door is slammed open, revealing a dishevelled Jimin and behind him, a serious-looking Namjoon, cradling a body close to his chest.

“Jin Hyung we need your help, we found her in an alleyway, she’s in pretty bad shape and ice cold.” Jimin breathes out, heart pounding, the entire drive home was stressful, he would have thought you were dead if it weren’t for Namjoon reassuring him that you had a pulse.

“We can’t take her to the hospital, she’ll most likely be taken back to who did this to her. We can’t. I can’t tell what hybrid species she is. Jin help her.” Namjoon pleads. He was a CEO of a hybrid protection company. He refused to let this happen to you again. He fought for your rights, he wasn’t about to let the system fail you.

“O-Okay, oh god she’s so thin, Yoongi go start a bath, not warm, cold, too hot will hurt her, we’ll progressively warm it up so she can get warmth, the bath will help me find where she’s bleeding from, Jungkook, get my first aid kit, quickly, Jimin, get a pair of your clothes ready for her once she’s patched up, she’ll fit best in yours. Taehyung! Get our biggest towel we have, put it in the dryer to warm it up!” Jin orders, everyone moving to do as they were told, Taehyung’s feet pattering from upstairs before rushing down the stairs, towel in hand and gaping at the sight in front of him but not having time to question it as the current three eldest in the house rush up the stairs.

“What…?”

Yoongi quickly fills the bath and feels the water as it begins to fill the bath to make sure it was the right temperature, quickly taking your body from Namjoon, hissing from the ice-cold feeling of your skin and slowly placing you into the bath, jumping as you flinch but make no move to wake up. It was the first sign of life they had seen.

“What the fuck happened to her? What sick bastard does this? She might as well befucking dead.” Yoongi snarls angrily as he gently holds your head up so it doesn't go under the water, gently pouring water over your head to loosen all the grime and blood matted into your hair and fur. It disgusted him that people saw hybrid’s so lowly. Like pets.

“I don’t know what’s happened or who’s done this but hopefully when she wakes up if she's ready she’ll tell us.” Namjoon says keeping out the way as Jin and Yoongi begin to pull the torn and worn clothes off you, being respectful not to let their eyes wander over places they knew they should not see without consent.

“Hopefully...Namjoon, call Hobi, tell him he needs to come home asap, maybe he can help figure out how these were caused before she tells us, we need his knowledge on how to go about this, from a law enforcement perspective.” Jin says, hissing seeing how bad that damage really was now you were being cleaned. He knew it was bad, but he wasn’t expecting it to be this bad.

Namjoon nods before exiting the bathroom and bumping into Jungkook who peers in shyly, grimacing seeing the once clear water, crimson, placing the first aid kit on the counter and staring at your tail in awe,

“Hey Hyung’s look...She’s a leopard.”

Yoongi looks down and lets a small smile appear on his face. You were a feline. Cute. He strokes your hair letting Jin begin to patch you up, murmuring,

“Poor little cub, you must have suffered so much. You’re safe now. No one will hurt you again.”

-----

You groan as you begin to stir awake, you were aching everywhere, were you dead? Everything felt soft and warm below you. Nothing compared to the cold floor of the cage you used to reside in. You were...comfortable?

You peel your eyes open and hiss at the headache you now had, looking around, sitting up in surprise, whimpering at the pain in your body too quickly. You were in fact, not dead. You were in someone’s home, many scents filling your nose now that you were fully aware of your surroundings. They had a gentle and soft scent to them but that didn’t mean you trusted them this soon. Your heart was racing. You couldn’t suffer anymore, you didn’t want to obey another ‘master’ or ‘mistress’. You wanted freedom. This wasn’t happening. Why were you here? What is going on? Whose clothes were these? Who dressed you?

Your head snaps over to the door as it begins to click open and a tall man comes in carefully, eyes widening when he sees you sat up, fully aware of your surroundings. You had been in and out of consciousness for hours. He opens his mouth to speak but flinches slightly as you growl in defence shrinking into yourself, ears pinning back and your tail swaying warningly.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay I’m not going to hurt you kitty, I’ll stay over here ‘kay? I promise you’re safe, no one is going to hurt you. My boyfriends and I have been looking after you, you were pretty hurt love, we’re just helping you, nothing more, I’ve just come to check on you, you’ve been out for a few hours. I’m Taehyung, I’m a hybrid representative lawyer, I swear to you right now, no harm is going to come your way whilst in this house, can I know your name?.” Taehyung says gently, holding his hands up so you could see them, so you knew he meant no harm and he begins to relax seeing your guard slowly come down. No one had ever been so respectful of your personal space or even spoke to you so gently. Your instincts were telling you to leave, having been fucked over multiple times but your gut was telling you to stay, no one had ever been so nice, maybe he was different.

“Y/N…” You whisper softly but Taehyung hears it and smiles at you sweetly.

“That's a pretty name Y/N, you should lay down though, you’re pretty hurt like I said, you need the rest okay? I promise none of us will come near you until you want us too but Jin might have to change your bandages and then he’ll be right back out of your bubble okay? Here I brought some food up in case you woke up, which thankfully you have, is it okay if I come closer to give you this?” He says and you shrink back into yourself, staring at him intensely.

“How do I know if you’ve not drugged it? Why am I getting that? I’m a hybrid. I should be given pellets…” You frown and Taehyung’s heart sinks. He felt ill. Just how much have you been through? To think the food is drugged? To think you’re not allowed human food.

“Here look, I’ll eat a bit and I’ll sit here just to prove to you it’s not drugged. No, no hybrid pellets, they’re inhumane, you’re part human too, human food is just as much yours as it is ours okay?” Taehyung says, making sure you watch him take a mouthful and shows to you that he swallowed it once he chewed on it before, slowly handing it to you, not wanting to make any sudden moves to startle you and sitting down, back against the door just like he had promised, smiling as you hesitantly take your first bite before beginning to wolf it down, the hunger now hitting you like a ton of bricks. Taehyung would make sure to bring you a second plate and a drink once you finished. He watched you carefully and he was already picking up on habits you had, how you kept looking up from your food to make sure he hadn’t gotten closer or how you keep the plate close to you like someone was going to take it off you.

Yeah. This was going to be a long way to recovery. There was a lot to work on. But none of them was going to give up on you.

I Have Trembled My Way Deep

Morpheus x Naiad!Reader

Summary: The God of Dreams assists you in escaping Poseidon’s obsession.

status: Completed One-shot

wordcount: 15.9k 

warnings: Implied non-con (not Morpheus), slow burn ish? 

18+ only, your media consumption is your own responsibilities. Warnings have been given. Do not proceed if these matters upset you.  

 I have trembled my way deep into surrender

I have stretched my aching body across the world

I have stood at the threshold of your wonder

Bid me enter, Lord, allow me to unfold

—

You remember

that it was a game for Poseidon. A sport. Something to fill his spare time in his eternal life. For you? Your ruin. 

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𝒜𝓊𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝐼𝓃 𝒩𝒶𝓋𝓎

Oscar thought he wouldn't have to deal with anything similar to Alpine-Gate ever again. He was wrong.

Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader

-> Everything Goes Wrong (pt1) -> Oscar breaks up with his girlfriend and McLaren start treating him like Daniel, but then he meets someone new. posted: 3 Feb 2024

-> A Storm Is Brewing (pt2) -> Mark gives the Go-Ahead for possible negotiations with Red Bull, McLaren pull an Alpine, and Oscar makes a decision. posted: 5 Feb 2024

-> The Build Up (pt3) -> In a large bowl mix Contract Negotiations with two parts Announcements and three parts Life Updates, let cook for an hour and while it's still hot, sprinkle some jealousy and betrayal over the top as a nice garnish. posted: 12 Feb 2024

-> Pre-season Bonding (pt4) -> Where teams are announced, dinners are held and Oscar finds himself surrounded by people who are determined to help him on his way to greatness. posted: 3 Mar 2024

-> Get This Party Started (pt5) -> The season starts and it's a relatively calm affair, until it's not. Some things can be predicted while others show up like an unwanted Force Ghost from Star Wars. posted: 29 Mar 2024

-> Down Time Down Under (pt6) -> Oscar finds that having a crush having less than platonic feelings for your boss's only adult daughter is apparently free real estate for some of F1's biggest gossips posted: 10 May 2024

-> Shift Happens (pt7) -> Miami and Imola bring new challenges to the grid. Challenges such as finally initiating the romance part of your potential relationship- oh and being on the podium with your ex-teammate too. posted: 19 May 2024

-> Warning Sainz (pt8) -> Monaco, Canada and Spain oh my! Oscar decides to continue his quest for world domination (claiming home races) and prove that he's the best boyfriend his ex ever lost. posted: 23 June 2024

-> Baby Got Track (pt9) -> Adding two more GPs to his list of home races, Oscar realises that he's A-OK with having half his bags packed with things that aren't his. posted: 10 July 2024

-> Silly Goose Extraordinaire (pt10) -> When Y/n isn't there for two races, Oscar discovers that he's far more attached than he thought he was. At least it's almost the mid-year break! posted: 5 Aug 2024

-> Red Bull Gives You Wins (pt11) -> Mid-year break brings a lot of strong emotions, but there's only one thing that could make them even more intense... posted: 6 Mar 2025 (I'm so sorry)

-> Simply Lovely (pt12) (pending) -> posted:

-> Big Ric Energy (pt13) -> posted:

-> Red Bull School Of Racing (pt14) -> posted:

-> 1st's The Worst, 2nd's The Best (pt15) -> posted:

-> We Shenan'd Once, Let's Shenanigan (pt16) -> posted:

This is an Ongoing Series!