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Osha Aniseya is a Formula One driver, struggling to break into the top ten. She worked hard to get here, from karting, to Formula Three, then Two... But now, for some reason, she's cursed. Maybe it's Saber Racing, maybe it's Race Manager Sol. Or maybe she just needs a new Race Engineer, guiding her on her radio, encouraging her to take risks where she otherwise wouldn't
Enter: Qimir De La Cruz, previously a promising Formula Two racer, who's career was cut short due to a serious accident. Qimir's got some unique ideas on how Osha could get to the podium, but it requires a complete upheaval of everything she knows.
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12 Nov 2025
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Set in Florence, between symposium panels and pasta dinners, Osha Aniseya meets Qimir Alonzo—a restoration architect with a quiet gaze like a blueprint: precise and full of intent. She’s curating her first major exhibit. He’s on the board that could make or break it. Neither expects the connection to run this deep.
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“For below the surface of consciousness,” he says, “are powerful emotions.”
His eyes scan the crowd and find hers.
He doesn’t look away.“Anger. Fear. Loss…”
A pause. A flicker of something in his expression that isn’t dramatic but full of intent.
“…Desire.”
The word settles between them like a held breath.
Her pulse stays low and steady. But her hand wraps tighter around her pen.
It feels personal. Too personal.Bookmarked by viceversailles
17 Jun 2025
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waste away with me by witwithfolly for dangerwillrobinson
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Acolyte (TV)
22 Jul 2025
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The bartender sets another glass in front of her, and Osha looks up, confused. “I didn’t—”
“From the gentleman in the white polo,” he says so only she can hear. “Seems you have an admirer.”
Osha looks around, craning her neck to find this supposed admirer. Her phone buzzes, and she looks down. She would typically ignore the Instagram notification, but the name catches her by surprise.
“Qimir?” she says to herself.
“Yes, that was his name,” the bartender adds as he dries a glass. “Qimir Lorenzo. Seems he ran off after paying.”
Osha looks back at her phone and finds that he left a comment under the picture of some palm trees she just posted.
“It’s been a while.”
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stars in your eyes, blood in your mouth by dangerwillrobinson for Parisi3nne
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Acolyte (TV)
11 Jun 2025
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It’s the strangest thing; when the man in the cell beside her calls out to her, it’s that little beast that she sees in her mind, just for a moment. His voice is soft, low and singsong, but there’s something to it that reminds her of the flash of sharp teeth. A bloody snarl, a warning growl. There and gone again in an instant, quick as smoke.
Gone is the loose, slurring drawl that he’d mumbled at the deputies when they’d first hauled him in not more than a few hours earlier. Not long enough for that level of drink to have faded, certainly not enough to explain the shockingly clear and sober way that he calls out her name, dragging it out on his tongue.
“Osha…”
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Osha knows that she doesn’t make a sound when she shrinks back from the closet door. She also knows, like the prey animal that she feels herself to be, that it won’t matter. His footsteps don’t make a sound as he circles the room. Maybe it’s the blood rushing in her ears, making her deaf. But she can feel him, moving closer, waiting for the little bunny to lose its nerve and break from the bushes.
Fight, flight, freeze. Osha is frozen in the dark, pressed back and down as far as she can get, watching the sliver of light from the closet door disappear as a body eclipses it. She doesn’t want to die in a closet. Two hands grasp the handles and fold the closet doors back. Osha flinches against the light, waiting for the gun or the knife or the garrote or the axe or the flamethrower. When none of those fates befall her, she chances a look up. And up. He’s tall.
The man standing before her is too pretty to be real. He has broad shoulders, a flawless complexion, dark, dark eyes. And he’s watching her, not like he’s going to kill her, but like he’s trying to understand what he’s seeing. “Who are you?” the assassin asks.
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24 Apr 2025