𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• yellow bird •

warning: smut (at this point is it even a warning. i should put 'congrats!' instead)

congrats!: smut

part 1/3

           
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The roar of engines. The smell of gasoline. The feeling of adrenaline.

This is home.

"Hey, Cherry," Lews calls out to you with a wink as you walk by. "Any chance of letting me take you for a ride later?"

"Sure," You reply with a flirty tone, before stopping in front of him and leaning forwards. His breath hitches as you trail your finger down his torso, stopping just above his belt buckle before whispering, "If you win."

He sighs, "You know there ain't a damn pilot in this galaxy who'd win against your man."

"You know he ain't my damn man," You retort, looking around the busy crowds.

"Right," Lews replies sarcastically, before watching with dejection and a boner as you walk away from him.

The starting line is being marked by red flags and you can feel your heartbeat speeding up. These are the nights you live for; race nights. They're electric, dangerous, and highly illegal - which only adds to the fun.

You arrive at the start line, where Kory looks up at you through his darkened glasses. "Hey, Cherry."

"We good to go?" You ask him, picking up the megaphone. "The racers are looking itchy."

"Yeah, but listen-"

"Evening, folks!" The megaphone amplifies your voice, and you nod at Kory to silently ask him what he was going to tell you. You have the crowd's attention, washing you in that sense of validation you so crave. "We all ready for a race?"

While they cheer and scream their excitement, Kory lowers his lips to your ear. "We got a new entrant. Last-minute, but he paid double to be let in."

You narrow your eyes at his words. "We haven't had a new entrant in six months."

Kory shrugged, "He thinks he's the shit."

Rolling your eyes, you turn back to the crowd and press the red button on the megaphone. "As always, we have your favorite seven racers," You begin, causing the crowd to burst into cheers again. You let it die down a little before continuing. "And, as a special treat, we have a brand new racer to announce." Kory slips you a piece of paper and you frown at the name, but shrug. "Let's give a nice, warm, X-Zone welcome to 'Yellow Bird'!" While the crowd screamed again, you gave Kory a smirk. "Let me guess; yellow pod?"

He snorts and nods, making you roll your eyes at the cliché.

At your command, the pilots make their way to the starting line. Instead of the usual seven, there are eight pods lined up and raring to go, floating a few feet off the ground. They're all different colors, but the one that catches your attention is the yellow one at the end.

"You all know the rules," You say into the megaphone, knowing that Kory would have extensively explained the regulations to the newbie. "At the sound of the siren, you go."

The crowd has fully heated up now, rallying at the sides of the pods with fire in their eyes. Some hold signs to support their favorite racer, others simply speculate with hopes that they'll be making a profit tonight instead of a loss.

"Ready?" You begin, your heart thumping. "Set..." You share a glance with Kory who has his hand ready to sound the siren. With a smirk, you nod at him, and he grins wickedly back at you. "Go!"