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The issue Alicent has with Rhaenyra’s ego is simple—as a driver and a mechanic they have two very different jobs. Alicent’s job is to understand Rhaenyra’s relationship to the car and how it affects the build. Then, she has to accommodate. Alicent is always watching. Every turn of the wheel, every crash, every race start, every press of the pedal, Alicent is watching. It’s her job to count the flecks of rubber flying off the tyres at 360 KM/H. Rhaenyra, despite this, thinks she knows every fucking thing there is to know about her car. Alicent knows you can only see so much from inside. That’s something Rhaenyra refuses to understand.
Rhaenyra Targaryen is one of the most outstanding drivers in the world, with three F1 championships to her name and another season just kicking off. Alicent Hightower is the woman behind the car itself—the Number One Mechanic. Every build goes through her from chassis up. For two years, she's been working with Ferrari—specifically on Rhaenyra's car. The only problem with this is the two of them spend most of their time in the garage trying not to bite each other's heads off.
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02 Jan 2025
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red on my tongue (the red of your tongue) by YNK
Fandoms: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Anime & Manga)
26 Feb 2023
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“I had a dream from the Silver Millennium last night,” she blurts out, her eyes on the fallen leaves, the broom bristles, the white tabi. She watches them still, feels eyes on her as she tries her best to gather together the remnants of the dream. But here in the light of day, the only thing she’s left with are echoes in her ears. “All I remember are some words.”
She’s not sure of the language, but she says what she remembers, odd shapes in her mouth and equally odd noises from her throat, but they feel familiar somehow. She has no idea what they mean.
The broom clatters to the ground and Rei mutters as she picks it back up, her long hair falling like a curtain drawn over her face. It reminds Minako of the sun disappearing behind the clouds and her fingers twitch at her sides, wanting to draw her back out, to bring those eyes onto her -
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19 Mar 2024