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[bellamy-ifs]

Suevi Chapter 2 Part 1 is out for Patreon members.

And an old acquaintance (or possibly more...?) is back again.

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Public update: July 20th 2026.

[alarwynnwhispers]

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 24: ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴍᴇ 🧡

ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ + ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ

⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ (ᴠɪꜱɪʙʟᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘ, ꜰᴇᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ)

ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴇxᴘᴏꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ (ᴘᴀᴘᴀʀᴀᴢᴢɪ, ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ)

ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ

ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴍᴏᴛᴏʀꜱᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ (ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ)

ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏʀᴍᴏɴᴀʟ/ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ

ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡꜱ, ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ)

ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ (ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴇꜱ, ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇʟʟʏ)

ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ/ꜰʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

ꜱᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇꜱ

ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴍᴇ, ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ/ᴛᴀʙʟᴏɪᴅ ᴇxᴘᴏꜱᴜʀᴇ

Silverstone had always been special to Lando. But this time, the meaning ran deeper.

It wasn’t just the home crowd or the national anthem echoing over the starting grid. It was seeing (Y/n) step out of the paddock suite that morning, visibly pregnant, hand tucked beneath her small bump that had finally become undeniably noticeable, especially under the late morning sun.

She wore a tailored ivory midi dress that hugged her second-trimester silhouette, the soft structure flattering her new curves without hiding a thing. A papaya satin belt sat just above her bump, a quiet nod to McLaren. Her coat in muted slate blue fluttered behind her in the breeze, and her nude block heels clicked with confident calm as she made her way across the paddock.

And even from a distance, the photographers noticed. Long lenses peeked over barriers. Snaps came rapid, some capturing her brushing a hand over her stomach, others catching the moment Lando leaned in to whisper something only she could hear.

It was clear now. There wasn’t just smoke. There was proof.

She didn’t flinch. Not once.

Because after everything, she was done hiding.

The McLaren team already knew. They greeted her with respect, gentle gestures, and genuine affection. The team principal personally saw to it that she had a shaded suite, a padded chair, and water on hand throughout the day. A few mechanics made subtle jokes about keeping curious photographers away with pit tools.

"You alright?" one of the staff asked, smoothing down (Y/n)'s sleeve.

(Y/n) nodded. "Yeah. Just… trying to take it all in."

The engines roared. Lando's car zipped into position. The race began.

Every lap, she held her breath. She clutched the edge of the armrest, flinched every time a tire locked or a car clipped a kerb. It was thrilling and terrifying, and somehow still beautiful.

And around Lap 36, one of the babies kicked again. Firm, determined.

(Y/n) whispered, “You’re really watching him, aren’t you?”

By the final laps, Lando was leading. Fastest on track. Controlled. Relentless.

The crowd held their breath as he crossed the line.

P1. At home. In front of the people who raised him, and the woman carrying his future.

The cheers were deafening. McLaren’s pit wall erupted. Confetti rained down.

(Y/n) pressed a hand over her heart, the other over her bump. She couldn’t hold back the tears, relief, joy, and pride all mingled in her chest.

On the Podium

From below, (Y/n) watched as Lando stepped up to the top step, helmet off, curls damp with sweat. He lifted the trophy high as the British flag was raised and the anthem played.

And then, his eyes searched the crowd.

Found her.

He didn’t care about the cameras when he brought two fingers to his lips and blew a kiss downward, right at her. Then, with one hand flat over his chest, he pointed to her bump.

The crowd might’ve thought it was for the win. (Y/n) knew it was for them, the three of them.

Moments later, when the ceremony ended, and the podium started to clear, Lando rushed past security just for a second. The cameras snapped wildly as he reached her.

“You did it,” she whispered, stunned by the glow on his face.

He pulled her into the softest hug he could manage with the bump in between. “No, we did.”

She laughed tearfully, overwhelmed. “Don’t make me cry again.”

“You already are,” he said, thumbing away a tear and kissing her cheek. “They’re going to talk about this photo for years, you know.”

“Let them.”

Evening – Podium Dinner

The quiet garden room at the team’s private hotel was lit with soft bulbs and laughter. Champagne flutes clinked, voices buzzed low with pride, and the mood was relaxed.

(Y/n) had changed into something equally elegant: a deep emerald-green velvet wrap dress, ankle-length, its fabric rich and soft against her skin. The v-neckline framed her collarbone, and her bum, now prominent, rounded the dress’s silhouette like a gentle hill. She had swapped her heels for jeweled flats, her hair still in its graceful low bun.

Lando’s mother greeted her first, pulling her into a soft hug.

“You’re glowing,” she whispered with a teary smile. “And you look like you stepped out of a royal photo shoot.”

“She is royalty now,” Lando’s older sister Flo teased nearby. “You didn’t see the way Andrea Kimi Antonelli bowed earlier.”

(Y/n) laughed, but the teasing didn’t stop there.

Midway through dessert, the F1 rookies filtered in—Andrea Kimi Antonelli, Ollie Bearman, Isack Hadjar, Jack Doohan, Gabriel Bortoleto—like a group of honor students crashing prom.

“Ma’am,” Ollie said jokingly, bowing exaggeratedly as he passed her chair. “Permission to breathe the same air as Lando’s lady?”

Isack elbowed him. “Don’t get us banned from the paddock, man.”

Jack Doohan raised his glass toward her. “We’re terrified, in case it wasn’t obvious.”

Andrea just nodded solemnly. “She carries twin champions. We respect it.”

“You’re all ridiculous,” (Y/n) said, cheeks hurting from smiling.

“They’re not wrong,” Lando murmured at her side, lacing their fingers beneath the table.

As the dinner wound down, Lando slipped outside with her to a quiet corner of the garden terrace, where the stars flickered faintly above the trees and fairy lights strung overhead shimmered gold.

“Did today feel too much?” he asked gently, rubbing his thumb over her hand.

She leaned against his shoulder. “No. It felt… grounding.”

“You were brilliant,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “They’ve never seen someone walk in and own the place like that.”

She looked down at her belly, gently stroking the velvet fabric. “They’re gonna grow up in this world, huh?”

“Loved. Protected. And maybe a little spoiled.”

She laughed.

Behind them, one last camera flash caught their silhouettes through the garden gate. Another blurry tabloid photo would hit the internet by morning. But for now, it was just them, Lando, (Y/n), and the steady beat of twin heartbeats between them.

To be continued... 🧡

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 25: ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ 🧡

📝 Note from the Author: Third post for today, and I have zero regrets. 😭💛 I had to get this chapter out, Silverstone magic, podiums, twin kicks, champagne, velvet dresses, and a garden terrace kiss?? I’m crying, you’re crying, we’re all crying.

This chapter was everything. Lando winning P1 at home, and pointing to (Y/n) and their bump on the podium??? That photo will go down in F1 history. The family support, the rookies being utter menaces, the quiet moment under the stars... I melted writing it all.

If this chapter made you feel like you were there, hand on your heart, please drop a 🏁 or 🧡 or 🤰🏽 down below. Let's talk about that papaya ribbon detail. Let’s talk about the garden terrace goodbye. Let's cry together.

Thank you for following, reading, screaming in the tags, and holding my hand through this fic. You're part of the story too. More soon.

With love, me (still recovering from Andrea Kimi bowing 😭)🧡

[onboardsorasora]

Castle of the Black Flames - Pt5

we've got some new tags! Lestappen, Endgame Maxiel, Lovers to Enemies to Lovers Again, Lets Add a Love Triangle Because Why Not

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | AO3

Max stared out the open window at the expanse of the gardens and forest beyond them. He felt like his life had been upended, the careful schedule of his days shaken by blasts of power he hadn’t felt in years. It crawled across his skin whenever it was unleashed and Max hated how much he’d missed it.

He’d been destroyed when Daniel had looked him in the side of the face and essentially said he didn’t love Max and their whole relationship had been a mistake. 

Max had missed him badly, he’d waited for days, weeks, to feel Daniel’s magic back in the mansion. For him to come back sheepish and embarrassed and begging Max to forgive him. For Max to have his big smile and unbelievably bright eyes back on him again. 

But then time went on and Daniel never came back. Max eventually killed the part of him that hoped for Daniel to come back. How shameful it was for him, to pine after someone who clearly did not want him. He told Daniel that he loved him and still he left. 

He didn’t have time to simp and wail, not with his lessons and training. He was to lead the realm. He was preparing to be the strongest Magician in the realm, once his father stepped aside. Max threw himself into his training, something Christian seemed to appreciate. 

He had thought it odd initially, when Christian didn’t have a significant reaction to Daniel’s absence. But then Max forgot all about it with how demanding his training schedule became. He needed to become stronger, to overcome the need for a Protector. It was impossible for him to ascend without one, but Christian wanted there to be no question that Max could hold his own. He would get a new Protector, but he would be invincible without them.

And things were fine. He got over Daniel. Got stronger. It was around that time he started feeling uncomfortable with Christian. There had been more than a few moments when Max had overheard him muttering to himself, something he never did before. He got inexplicably happy whenever Max cleared a new magical hurdle. It was a bit more jarring than what Christian used to present as. 

Then Max was assigned two Protectors in Charles and Carlos, guys who Max and Daniel had grown up with essentially. Christian hadn’t wanted to include them in Max’s training, but Toto intervened. 

That was around the same time he started confiding in Charles. After having Daniel’s larger than life personality and magic around him for as long as he could remember, his absence was jarring. And sometimes Max didn’t know how he managed. 

Charles helped. The loneliness was less sharp and painful with Charles around. Carlos too, but their friendship was different. Carlos was a steady rock in the river of chaos that was mansion.

Then Christian attacked him. 

At first he wasn’t even sure what happened. They had been training, sparring. And Christian had wounded him in their mock battle. This wasn’t unusual, but there was a look in his eyes that made Max uncomfortable. 

He could remember stumbling to his knee holding his bloody shoulder while Christian stood above him. It was the first time he ever felt afraid of his mentor. He didn't have Daniel at his back to ensure his safety, to rush in and make sure he was good. Charles and Carlos had been sent to train with Fred during Max's session– no doubt something planned by Christian.

He'd been able to get his wits about him and threw up a shield before asking Christian what the fuck was wrong with him. 

His mentor had placated him but Max had gotten the fuck out of the training room the first moment he could. He'd healed himself in his rooms and tried to forget the weird event.

It hadn't been long after that when he'd been banished. There had been an explosion of magic, a duel with Toto. Max still didn't know exactly what happened, and he didn't think he ever would.

It didn't matter because Horner had done what he wanted. He'd sealed Max's magic, though Max for the life of him couldn't understand why. It just didn't make sense.

And now Daniel was back. Unwittingly. 

Max never thought he'd see him again, and it seemed like Daniel had been very ok with that prospect. He'd felt the moment Daniel passed the veil, it had felt like the hair on the back of his neck standing up. His presence within the wards was a shiver down Max's spine. His magic had been low, almost non-existent but it had still felt like home. 

Now, Daniel spent his days unleashing as much of his magic as possible. Training with Lewis and Seb and spending more time with the guys he once called his best mates. The longer he felt Daniel's magic in the air, the angrier Max became at him.

Max hated how familiar, how comforting Daniel's magic felt. Hated that he could feel his own magic wanting to reach out for it. 

He clenched his fist on his lap when there was another flare of power.

~*~

Daniel flopped to the ground panting. He was drenched in sweat and aching. He looked up at his friends who were standing over him, watching closely.

“Well?” Daniel asked. They'd been more or less evaluating him like he'd asked. They'd been at this for the last few days since that conversation with Toto. Daniel was upholding his promise of trying.

“I know you've been gone for a while but you're fucking up on the simplest shit. It's like you've forgotten how to breathe and have to keep reminding yourself to manually breathe.” Lewis scratched his beard, the runes on his hands reminded Daniel of the tattoos he inked into people's skin.

“Well, wouldn't that make sense?” Daniel asked. If he was out of practice, of course he'd forget the steps. He said as much. 

“It's not so much forgetting the steps when the steps are something so ingrained in you.” Seb explained. “Hell, we kinda expected you to forget some battle magic but Dan, you've forgotten the Elvish Basics. That's kinda weird.”

“That's like forgetting the alphabet!” Lewis chirped incredulously.

“Ok, arguments about not using it for five years aside, what can we do? Is it that I'm not progressing because I'm like making mistakes or is it that I just don't have it anymore?” Daniel rested his arms on his upturned knees. 

“It could be that you're just doing the wrong steps.” Lewis admitted hesitantly. “There's no way to know right now for sure.”

“You just need practice. Before you push yourself with hard spells. Time to break out those old notes or go sit in a few year one classes.” Seb’s smirk told Daniel exactly which option he hoped he chose.

“You'd love that won't you.” Daniel stuck his tongue out at him which caused Lewis to chuckle. “Or you guys can like tutor me. Like old times.” He grinned while they groaned.

“You're like a shit student Dan, y'know that?” Seb complained.

“Well it's not like he can ask Max.” Lewis shrugged, Daniel winced. 

“Yeah nah, he's already threatened to kill me, he'd probably make me use a wrong cast and blow myself up or something.” Daniel muttered.

“Ah, so no possible reconciliation then?” 

“Charles has him distracted enough, I believe.” Seb coughed and Daniel looked away when they both looked for his reaction. He shouldn't be surprised he guessed, five years was a long time.

“Good for them, I'm more likely to keep my head on my neck then.” Daniel eventually joked while standing. Who Max was seeing had nothing to do with him, he was here to help and then he'd go back to the life he built.

He stood in front of them and shook out his arms and shoulders. “So! Let's start with the fucking alphabet, shall we?” 

He formed the first casting symbol that every being of the realm grew up learning. If he worked hard enough, he wouldn't have time to think and potentially be sad. Time to reminisce. 

He had a Prince to save and that was that.

[baneismydragon]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington & The Party, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson Characters: Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Robin Buckley, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Dustin Henderson Additional Tags: Multiple Pov, steve harrington centric, Stancy Endgame, the Party's perspective on Steve's love life, Each chapter is from a different characters perspective, some strong language, Other canon ships mentioned but not tagged because they are not the focused, Billy being Billy in chapter 2 if you need to skip that one, Characters will be added to the tags as their chapters are released so if you are looking for them you can find them, Missing Moments Summary:

Sometimes there are moments when you see something that alters your perspective- where everything becomes clear. Sometimes the moments are grand, sometimes they are barely a flicker in the corner of your eye. But when these moments happen you always know that the world is just a little bit changed.

This story follows the moments when the various members of the Party realize that Steve Harrington is truly and irrevocably in love with Nancy Wheeler.

(This is really an anthology of short stories and drabbles all set with the same theme. Each chapter is from a different characters POV and set at a different point in the timeline.)

[tedwinisconfused]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Wheel of Time - Robert Jordan, The Wheel of Time (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Moiraine Damodred/Siuan Sanche Characters: Moiraine Damodred, Siuan Sanche Additional Tags: Modern AU, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, freaks in love, Orgasm Denial, Window Sex Summary:

It is an invitation. Moiraine likes to watch; Siuan likes to be watched.

Or: housebound following a work injury and with nothing to occupy her time, Moiraine develops a new people-watching hobby.

[lilithwildefiction]

Chapter 35 of Father of the Son, "The Barrier" is finally out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65313088/chapters/216806541

(I wish I looked this elegant when writing in my messy notebooks!)

Urgh... all this writing by hand, then re-typing into an email to send to myself, then print, review, try again, THEN post is turning into a heckin' nightmare!

Because yes, I'm still sans computer. I'm also very deep in the AO3 curse right now. I've quit my old job (rip) and started somewhere new. Still in training for the new job, but the schedule is already a total mess. I work 7 AM to 3 PM one day and 3 PM to 11 PM the next. My sleep schedule is in the gutter (to the absolute delight of my therapist... she'll kill me when she finds out!)

My husband also got injured at work. So now he's going stir crazy home alone all day (he's a very social creature - a true golden retriever - but I have no time to take him to social things and he doesn't go of his own accord. Without work to be social at, he's feeling miserable...) I feel really bad and try to help him where I can, but that is also not helping the writing much.

To add to all the current obstacles keeping me from writing at a reasonable pace, my aunt passed away a few weeks back. It absolutely devastated me. She was probably the family member I was closest to. She understood me better than my own mother and we got along like a house on fire. To have her suddenly pass away from heart failure was... a shock. And this happened in Germany. Moments like this is when being an expat really sucks. Living far from family is doable, but when a death happens... the distance becomes unbearable (but work means I can't go to the funeral). I can only hope she rests in peace and I will visit her grave when I get the opportunity to take a holiday back home. (Gotta stop writing about that now, or I'll start crying again when I'd finally managed to stop...)

That said, I've been receiving some delightful comments and encouragement from readers. I am so grateful for that. I never thought my little headcanon would be interesting to others, let alone garner any kind of readership, so it really makes me happy to see others enjoy it. Keep being awesome! I love every one of you that takes the time to read my story, whether it makes you smile or frown. Thank you for taking the time and reading my words. (And your comments totally keep me afloat in tough times like these, so thank you!)

I do hope you enjoy the new chapter, despite it being very meh in my opinion. It is really starting to get into the meat and potatoes (is that how you use that expression?) of Tōga's relationship with Izayoi.

[strugglinggranola]

New Chapter Alert!

Little more spicy (okay, ALOT more spicy) than the first three chapters, but fun. Chapter 4 of At the Copa is live!