til the bone crush (daniel/lando, 19k, pacific rim au)
“Have you heard?” Daniel says, munching on a mouthful of vegetables. “They want to drift test us today.”
Lando’s face twitches, but Daniel doesn’t think it’s from surprise. It’s not like it’s a big shock, anyway — Toto and Christian have had them paired up in the Jaeger sim for the past couple days, and they’d done pretty well together. Drift testing is the natural next step.
“We could be co-pilots!” Daniel grins.
There’s that look on his face again, blink and you’d miss it. Daniel has to work hard to suppress a laugh. Jesus, this kid hates his guts, huh?
(Or: Daniel gets a new co-pilot. It’s a little more complicated than he thought it would be.)
omg ok so any of the heist ones because i love heist au's sooo much but preferably the one that is your favourite !
hehe ty for the ask <3 also HMM this is hard. my fave heist au is my galex art thief au (heist attempt 2) but i've already posted about that on here so i'm gonna go with my dando heist au (heist attempt 1)
it's honestly just your standard heist fic — lando and daniel are leaders of rival heist crews (lando's got alex, george, charles, and carlos while daniel's got lewis, seb, and max) and are constantly butting heads at different thieving opportunities. lando is pissed off that daniel keeps stealing his targets right from under his nose and is completely oblivious to daniel's attempts at flirting (lol). eventually they team up to try and pull a big job but then it goes awry somehow but i haven't really planned it past that lol
honestly i love the vibe of this fic but dando's been not as inspiring to me since daniel's not at mclaren anymore </3 we'll see if i coopt the concept for a different pair tho (twinkclaren? 🤨)
Hehe well I would just love to hear more about rip !!!!
HEHE thank you!! you may have heard about this one but i do love her </3 it's titled rip because i most likely will never finish it lol. the reason being that it's brocedes and i just don't think i can research enough about them to write it properly 😭
the premise is basically a sort of deal-with-the-devil type situation where everyone who makes it to f1 has to sacrifice something to get there and/or to win. you don't HAVE to sell your soul but it's one of the easier ways to do it, and nico's got the world champion dad so he knows how these things go. by the time lewis meets him, nico's already promised his soul in exchange for a world championship, but he's careful to word it so that he only gives up his soul after he wins. meanwhile lewis is determined not to mess with any of that nonsense — for many reasons but most important is his religion. he is NOT fucking with any demon stuff
the fic would ideally follow the whole brocedes trajectory into f1, the love and friendship but also the way it crumbles apart </3 nico is especially frustrated because lewis keeps WINNING even though he never had to give up anything and it's not fair! and lewis loves winning for winning's sake but it's not lost on him that with every championship he wins, nico gets to keep his soul for one more year. he starts thinking that maybe he can save him... until of course, he can't </3
ANYWAY sorry that was long. here are some snippets but this fic very much mostly lives in my imagination 😭 maybe one day i'll do a brocedes deep dive and give it another crack
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
my wips are all... very uncreatively titled so here are some nicknames i guess! to make it more fun. hopefully this will encourage me to write more 😭
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rip. (<- plz ask about this one its cool)
future????
heist (attempt 1)
heist (attempt 2)
heist (attempt 3)
record store at the end of the world
ok um tagging @symphony7inamajor @skapta-son @wunderlichkind and anyone else who wants to do it! also if this flops we can pretend it never happened <3
George is alerted about the situation by Logan, of all people, over a WhatsApp message. Hey George, I don’t know if this falls under your jurisdiction as GPDA president but Alex and I ended up in the med center after the race because of the heat and now there’s a problem getting him his synthetic blood. As George reads the text, another rolls in: like the team always keeps some around but they’re not allowing it into the med bay i think? Sounds like there’s some legal issue or something.
He’s half-dressed, freshly out of the shower and preparing for the post-race debrief, but the messages make him stand up straight and rush to throw on a t-shirt, any t-shirt, and rush out of the garage. “Tell Toto,” he says, grabbing one of the engineer’s arms, “that there’s a GPDA situation and I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He’s not sure what he’s even expecting when he arrives, but when he puffs out his chest and tells the person at the front desk handling the paperwork, “I’d like to see Alex,” they show him back with very little fanfare or pushback.
Alex is still in a bed with a pointless IV hooked into his arm, lying very still and looking very pale. He’s shirtless, and George is struck by how thin he is. He knows it’s a long season, and he knows the regulations are strict about Alex’s feeding — Lord knows George has heard him bitch and moan enough times about the quality of the synthetic blood that makes up the majority of his in-season diet — but it’s different seeing it laid plain and clear in front of him. His collarbones and ribs are visible through his clammy, blotchy skin.
“Jesus, Alex, you look like shit,” George says.
Alex isn’t asleep though his eyes are closed, and he manages a weak laugh. “Hi, George, lovely to see you, too.”
“I heard they wouldn’t allow you any of your blood to help you recover while you’re in here.” George shoves his hands in his pockets.
Alex cracks his eyes open and looks sidelong at him. “Probably for the best, that I don’t have to be subjected to that sludge while also dying from heatstroke.”
“Okay, you’re not dying from heatstroke, but also, I just wanted to say—it’s just—well—you could have a bit of me, if you’d like.” He shuts his mouth and chews on the inside of his cheek. It’s not exactly what he planned to come here and say to Alex, nor is this even remotely within the Formula 1 vampire regulations, but Alex looks close to death and there’s nothing else for him to feed on.
Alex licks his lips. “Don’t go saying things you don’t mean, Georgie,” he mumbles. “I might just take you up on it.”
“Well maybe you should.” George swallows. “It isn’t very nice to see you like this.”
Alex blinks at him, then, processing. “You’re not serious, are you?” George nods. Alex starts to laugh but it turns into a thin cough. “Stop it. Don’t even say that. We’d both get in a lot of trouble.”
“I can—you can just—” George hikes up his t-shirt sleeve and rotates his arm to flash the pale meaty inside of his upper bicep, the stretch of his arm close to his armpit. “No one would see.” It makes sense. Around George’s neck or elsewhere on his torso, someone would be sure to catch the sight of the mark. But high enough on his arm that it’d be hidden even under a t-shirt, where skin stays pressed against his torso most of the time. And if anyone finds out, fuck it — George will cover the fine for Alex. George will get Toto to cover the damn fine.
Alex’s mouth is pursed shut and the rings under his eyes are dark and heavy. “George—” he says, but then he closes his mouth again. His hand flies up to cover it.
“Teeth out?” George asks. Alex nods weakly. Alex has allowed George to watch him feed once, while they were teenagers, when George’s curiosity and constant questioning about it got annoying enough that Alex acquiesced. George had watched the fangs protract, the way they pierced into the synthetic skin bag, the way his lips sealed around the imitation wound and his eyes fluttered shut as he sucked it dry.
The energy had been different as soon as his fangs had come out then and George feels it now, too. Alex’s eyes seem to track George quicker; George feels the flushed, pulse-quickening awareness of a prey animal. But no part of his instinct is telling him to run.
Instead he kneels beside the bed and swings his arm up and over, sleeve still hiked up on his shoulder, skin presented in front of Alex’s face. “All yours, if you want it.” His voice comes out a whisper.
“Oh, fuck,” Alex says, and then there’s an ice cold hand wrapping around his forearm and pulling in toward his face, and then all George feels is mild pressure as Alex’s fangs sink into his skin. He exhales sharply. The pressure radiates out from the meat of his arm; there’s a cooling sensation, and George can feel his own heartbeat in the movement of his blood. He turns to watch, morbidly curious, to see Alex with his eyes closed and his mouth around his arm, blood dripping down the sides of his cheeks. George finds himself transfixed on the sight of it, the trail his blood leaves on Alex’s skin and the tiny bead that forms at the bottom.
Seemingly as soon as it begins, it ends, Alex pushing George’s arm away and sitting up, rubbing his face with the back of his hand. George pulls his arm back toward his side, reaching across his body to feel the puncture wound with his thumb, which has already sealed. Some of the blood that Alex didn’t manage to swallow is still wet in the ring where his mouth had sealed on George’s skin, and it’s smeared across Alex’s face, too.
“Was it—was that enough?” George asks, still on his knees, staring up at Alex now. It went so fast.
Alex’s complexion seems brighter, and his breathing seems fuller, though he doesn’t seem ready to go out and run a marathon any time soon. “It’s enough for now,” he says. “I don’t want to have any more and not be able to stop.”
“Okay.” George nods. But it’s not that simple. It couldn’t possibly be that simple. Perhaps Alex has the wherewithal and the self-control to stop himself, but George can’t be accounted for. Now that George has known, has felt it, has nourished Alex of himself, he thinks that he’s the one who won’t be able to stop.
every time an f1 driver has described nico rosberg as beautiful (aka he had that whole grid questioning to the point they had to call him the hottest female pop star Britney to cope)
