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Hawkins is like any other town in the Lemoyne State and beyond. Where secrets pile up behind doors the same way, and hearts break just as easily. But the facade is gorgeous, and it attracts the attention of bad people, including the Hellfire Gang.
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Or an old west AU based on the game Red Dead Redemption 2.
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by magic or delirium, instead of the bite of a titan, Ymir feels a spring breeze within seconds of closing her eyes.
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Or when Ymir closes her eyes waiting for porko to eat her and opens them in the barracks yard.
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Somehow, it’s different when it comes to Alicent. Everything is way more difficult when it comes to Alicent. Rhaenyra doesn’t want to be the first one to give in. That’s too typical, painfully to-the-point and not quite like the beloved calculated games they have been playing for years. She wants Alicent to teeter over and over again, and finally fold.
Rhaenyra decided it. She’s going to make Alicent think of her all the time. She wants to drive that woman insane. By the time the month ends, Alicent won’t be able to want anything more than her. She is going to kneel at her feet.
(Or; where all Rhaenyra wants is for Alicent to confess her feelings for her, and maybe fuck her along the way. She just needs to give Alicent a little push to make it happen.)
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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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Trinity doesn’t think the permanent addition of Dr. Al-Hashimi will change much about the ED. That changes after an impromptu offer to watch her kid for the evening. One night leads to another, which bleeds into a familiarity Trinity hadn’t known she was missing.
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Trinity falls hard. She doesn’t know how to navigate it.
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Everything after that happens too fast to think and slow enough that Trinity will replay it later in punishing detail, her brain an endless loop of cause and effect. The patient wrenches his other wrist free, the restraints tied improperly at its connection point to the bed—fucking newbies. He seizes the opportunity immediately. Trinity would notate that point on her neuro exam (patient alert) if she weren't more focused on Yolanda at her side, in optimal reaching distance.
The angle isn't great. Yolanda is bent over him and she sees movement in her periphery a fraction too late, eye widening as Trinity calls, "Watch out!"
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Trinity takes a punch meant for Yolanda
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The cold hits them the moment the restaurant door swings shut. One second, Trinity is laughing, her breath warm in her chest, growing into a bubble of happiness she's keeping unexamined. The next, winter is clawing its way under her coat and down through the gap where her scarf isn't tucked in properly. The sidewalk is a patchwork of yellowing snow, blackened slush, and slick, glassy stretches where the city never quite got enough salt down.
Yolanda shifts automatically closer, like their bodies are homing beacons to each other. Her arm brushes Trinity's as they walk, a cautious nudge every couple of steps. "I told you to wear a thicker coat," she says when she catches the way Trinity immediately shudders against a gust of cold air.
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A series of unfortunate events that ultimately land Trinity Santos a girlfriend