Caticorn_warrior
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The moment Lando steps out of the car, he knows.
At this point, it doesn’t matter that he’s won the world championship. That he’s got the fastest car underneath him, or that indescribable feeling of a weight being lifted off your chest that’s been worn for so long that it might as well be a second skin.
It doesn’t matter that he’s got everything a younger him once wanted.
He leaps up into his team’s waiting arms with a passion he doesn’t feel, finds himself screaming, though he supposes it doesn’t really matter if it’s in joy or sorrow. He notices, distantly, hands, arms, bodies wrapped around him, holding him close.
He’s never felt more alone in his life.or; the universe doesn't make mistakes (until it does)
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There’s a restaurant on the south side of Tokyo, just where the bustle of the city meets the slower cadence of the suburbs. It’s far from the bay as well as most tourists and cameras. The only people that pass through its small wooden doors are locals who’d lived there all their lives.
The inside is just as tiny as its unassuming exterior, sandwiched between equally small trinket shops down a short alleyway. It has a handful of tables, but most of the seating is along the back counter, beyond which is where most of the cooking takes place.
The smell of cooked pork and soy sauce wafts through the air, the scent long since seeped into the rafters of the low ceiling, stained from years of use. The stove is almost always on, the large pot of broth constantly warmed and occasionally stirred.Or; Yuki, finally free, opens that restaurant
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Frosty Drinks and Bloody Thorns by Hollow_home (Caticorn_warrior)
Fandoms: Mission: Impossible (Movies)
28 Sep 2025
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Ethan Hunt had been adrift for a very, very long time. He hadn't been on any missions in over a decade, and the IMF he once knew, had once fought for with everything he had, was long dead. Swallowed up by the CIA and its internal politics, mismanagement, and wasted funds.
But Hunt is no stranger to teetering on the brink of oblivion. One night of drinking, just another in a sea of many attempts to forget, turns his whole world upside down.
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"A thorn-filled rose, inked onto my left calf, for my beast of a mother. The sergeant that had turned me into their weapon got a dragon, curled around my right thigh and draped down, nipping my heel, urging me forever onwards.
And the twin blades, hilts inked into my wrists, carving upwards to my elbows, for my brothers. The ones that had set me down my path, my eternal gratitude for them written across my flesh."A story of mages and murderers, prisons and punishment, and one women's date with destiny.
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Quinn thought she new who she was: protector, leader, and soldier, in that order. She had a job to do, and a unit to take care of. It was simple, in a painful, straightforward way.
Until the war ended.
She finds herself reassigned, yanked out of her long-term post as a battalion leader, and shoved into the middle of the deadliest court in all of Eyria. Here, she has to learn to control her temper, and keep her head down in order to survive.
But, she's never been very good at either of those, and now? Now's drawn the attention of some very, very powerful people, and it isn't long before she realizes she's in far too deep for her own good."Leo took a shaky breath, his joy gone. 'You’re not discharged. You’re…' He swallowed thickly.
Quinn nudged his foot, urging him to finish.
'...reassigned. To the capitol.' Leo let out a long sigh.
She groaned, running a hand over her face. 'They’ll never let us go, will they?'
'No. No they won’t.'"
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The Federal Incarceration Agency was not designed for comfort. Tall walls of stone and reinforced steel standing alone in the desert, an unnatural sight that contained the most unnatural of peoples. Within those tall walls lay the worst of society – murderers, traffickers, gang leaders and worse. Those that went in never were never heard of again, vanished as if they had never existed. Once they came in, they never, ever came out.
It was no place for a child.
F1 Prison AU with prison officer Sebastian and the most of the rest of redbull as prisoners
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05 Feb 2026
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Like father, like son (that's what they say, right?) (they're lying) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
10 Feb 2026
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The cold bites into his skin like a knife through his flimsy coat, sending small shivers crawling over his skin. Despite the fact that he’s inside the station, he can still see his breath clouding the air in front of his face. He’s pacing desperately, his hands shaking as he walks past isles of colorful snacks that his dad would never in a million years let him buy, much less eat.
or; Max Verstappen, gas stations, and what it means to lose what you never really had to begin with
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04 Feb 2026
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There were four important things that George knew about Detective Max Verstappen.
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(Or - George and Max work at the same police station. Max is a detective. George is a serial killer).
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30 Dec 2025
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How (Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen by f1writingbyme, LestappenForever
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
18 Feb 2026
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Lance doesn’t know which of his emotions is more overpowering; the secondhand embarrassment he feels at how blatantly obvious they’re being, or the fact that watching Max and Charles in their own little world is actually kind of cute.
He realizes it’s the secondhand embarrassment as he watches Max shamelessly grin at James and proudly explain that he was just talking to Charles.
Lance has to resist the urge to roll his eyes, especially when he notices how Charles is quite literally the embodiment of the heart eyes emoji where he’s standing next to Max for his entire interview. And the beeline Charles makes for Max as soon as he hands the microphone to Lance after his P2 interview is even worse than the heart eyes.
He definitely should have been paying attention to that group chat, Jesus fucking Christ.
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OR: There is a WhatsApp support group chat on how to deal with being top 3 with Max and Charles, and this is the tale of different drivers (mostly Checo) suffering at the hands of them. An ongoing fic that will be updated whenever we get content to work with.
NEW CHAPTER POSTED FOLLOWING THE 2026 OFFICIAL CLASS PHOTO SESSION!
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17 Oct 2025
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Charles could study those pieces. Maybe if he looks close enough, he might see small inscriptions, sort out the bone marrow with all the right answers from the marrow with all the wrong answers that cling to his fingertips, because surely, surely, there must be something inside of him that is right.
Maybe if he wants it more, wants more, then it will reach him, or he will be consumed by his greed until the only pieces left of him are the bones on the ground whilst trying. Then at least he will have tried.
He crashes into a wall. Restarts the sim.
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Post Baku, Charles reflects on his inability to succeed.
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04 Oct 2025