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Even if I Sink, I am Yours (to Keep) by ghostmyghosthost for IICarpeDiemII
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
23 Mar 2025
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“You are sure?” Pierre asks, voice barely above a whisper. He knows it’s always been Daniil. There has never been anyone else. Except for some reason, his mind won't shut up, the elation twisting into something that feels more sour.
Daniil’s gaze is haunted, and Pierre feels ice settle in his chest.
“I hate this,” he mutters, frustration spilling out in three short words.
“I know,” Daniil says knowingly, voice steady. His hands smooth up Pierre's face, hunting down a couple of his tears.
“I—I don’t know if I can put it more into words.”
Daniil exhales, “Can I show you instead?”
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- Part 2 of When the Oceans Recede
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I don't know what to do without you by ghostmyghosthost for yukierres
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
13 Mar 2024
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From every beginning to every end, Charles knows Pierre is his.
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“Hey, Dany?”
Daniil's head snaps up from the surfboard he's currently working on at Pierre's question.
“Have you ever thought about tying me up with the same cord as the leash strings on our boards?” Pierre blurts, struggling to hide the blush he can feel the heat on his cheeks admitting the idea he’s found himself tangled up in. The soft black cord nearly identical to one they use during scenes
The way Daniil's gaze goes dark tells Pierre he’s had the same thought too.
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- Part 1 of When the Oceans Recede
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Are you the one I'll see when I'm Wearing White? by ghostmyghosthost for riverocean
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
07 Jun 2023
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Racing in Monaco is always special to Charles. Racing at home, a place of time-honored traditions, and those he holds close. The team wants to make the race weekend full of nothing but the same cherished and fond memories he’ll hold close, by honoring him with a firesuit in the colors of home. Red and White. The colors of victory. Triumph.
Except when Charles steps to the mirror to study his reflection, it is not himself he sees in the mirror. It is a fond smile and brown eyes he hasn’t seen in a while -
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“Hey, Gas?” Ben’s soothing British accent pulls Pierre from his thoughts
“When you’re done, or if you are done, why don't you go upstairs, maybe run a bath? You can pop on that movie you wanted to watch.”
He knows Ben is right. Pierre needs a bath and the movie he's been dying to watch on his iPad that has been queued up for days. It would settle his mind, ease his sore muscles, and aid him in a good night’s sleep. He’s already prepared himself mentally for the sleepless night looming before him, but Ben is right. It will do him good.
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Ivy’s not looking for a pack. He’s not even looking for permanence. He just needs another gig to pay the bills until his own band takes off, and playing guitar for an anonymous band on the rise sounds easy enough.
Until he meets II.
The little Omega is already claimed, twice over. Entirely off-limits. Untouchable. Marked by a Dominant Alpha with wolfish teeth and magnetic charm, and another with an imposing frame and an unsettling, unshakable calm.
Ivy doesn't submit. Not to anyone else, and not even to instinct; but something inside of him buckles the moment that II's visage fills his gaze and blinds him.
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Or, IV imprints on an already bonded Omega, II. Either he keeps it strictly professional, or he learns how to submit so that he can find a place within an established pack that doesn’t quite need him… but might just want him anyway.
Established Vessel/III/II, with eventual Vessel/III/IV/II.
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13 Jun 2025
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After his last relationship fell apart he was left drifting, until a mysterious deity in his dreams led him to a hidden manor in the countryside. Turns out that the followers of this deity had heard of him. From the ex that they all share. IV tells himself that this is fine, he just has to play guitar for them.
It's not like he isn't used to being lonely.
A Sleep Token D/s AU
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Bookmarked by ghostmyghosthost
12 Jun 2025
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Here’s the thing: Two takes pride in his abilities as a dom, his willingness to hear others out and make them feel good - it’s about the satisfaction, the pent-up release, and more than anything, it’s about the care.
Plus, he likes being one, is really fucking good at it, even before he was being paid to do it at the clubs. Nowadays? Two just does it for fun, for himself, and while he still does the occasional stints at underground gigs or sex parties, Two’s happily settled into post-dom life.
Vessel though? He has the kind of gravity that just… pulls Two in, even that first time they met. Jesus wept.
Two's fucked.
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- Part 1 of something good
Bookmarked by ghostmyghosthost
15 May 2025
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in the gutter, my dear, lie all my sins by Corporal_MerryWeather
Fandoms: Sleep Token (Band)
01 Apr 2025
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“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the racer growls, pressing his gun hard against IV's temple. “Let go of him this instant or I’m blowing a hole in that pretty head of yours.”
IV’s eyes are wide as dinner plates and, while he doesn’t move to release the drummer, he glances at II in utter fear.
II snaps his hand upward and grabs the barrel of the gun, growling low in his throat at the other racer. They lock eyes for a moment but the racer doesn’t back down.
“Chill. The. Fuck. Out,” II orders, his voice deep and dangerous.
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II's past comes back to haunt him, dragging Vessel's forgotten troubles right along with it. IV gets pulled further into the problems he tries to ignore, and III isn't sure if he should be worried about the fact that his arm is slowly turning black, or how much he likes this new side of II.
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- Part 8 of Where Gods Tread
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12 May 2025
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Here's how scars are formed: first, there's blood. Cherry red, murder bright, bubbling like a brook as it flows over opened skin. Colour contrast to a pale blank slate. Then, after the blood has flowed, and congealed, and rusted shut like sugar flambéed over cream, there's the collagen.
Collagen is funny stuff. It's sticky, and fibrous, and forms matrices more complex than any fungus. It holds things together — guts, veins, muscles. The two sides of a wound trying to stitch itself back together again. Collagen is the scaffold, and the rope, tugging torn flesh home. Building bridges across the divide where flesh was once whole.
The one problem with collagen is this: it's never quite as flexible as the skin it replaces. There's something of a metaphor in that, if you squint.
All this to say: II thinks about scars a lot, these days.
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- Part 9 of Author's Favourites
Bookmarked by ghostmyghosthost
06 May 2025