some of you weren’t around for the fan fiction dot net purge of 2002 (when they banned explicit content and mass-deleted thousands of fics) and the livejournal purge of 2007 (when they deleted hundreds of blogs, disproportionately targeting queer & kink content) and it shows
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Thinking about concept of tommy actually being very a very dangerous opponent in battle but since he’s always trying to pick a fight with Technoblade of all people he seems entirely harmless because techno keeps doing the equivalent of swatting him like a fly
Tommy is face down in the dirt screaming while techno keeps saying “if you wish to defeat me then you must train for-“ “SHUT UPPP” and so everyone else thinks ah tommy isn’t all that in terms of fighting ability. Look at how he barely lasted a minute with technoblade!
Except no one else has ever lasted a minute in fighting Technoblade. Actually Tommy’s lasted the longest and thats with the fact that Techno favors him. Tommy can and will drag someone through the dirt, into their grave, in a fight. It’s just that he only wants to fight techno
I think with him only wanting to fight Techno Tommy doesn’t realize that he himself is strong for a very long time. Because he’s comparing himself to The Blade.
Until he gets hit with the angst bat, someone goes after him, maybe one of Techno’s enemies who assume that Tommy would be willing to turn on him given the chance.
Techno comes to Tommy’s rescue hut by the time he’s arrived Tommy’s already wiped the floor with everyone. And then depending on how you want he’ll either be all triumphant and yelling about being the best.
Or absolutely horrified because when he fights Techno a punch to the gut won’t do anything but distract him for a second. So he’s taken totally by surprise when he punches someone and they instantly drop to the ground.
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back to the roots with a lestappen! enjoy, chapter 2 is coming in two weeks ✨
memories painted into our skin
Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, E, 3800 words in 1/2, on AO3
Summary:
Max brushed his teeth. Or mouth-washed, whatever it was. He tastes minty on Charles’ tongue, in any case. It burns a little.
Charles wants to make fun of him for it, but Max presses closer, probably to kiss him harder. The armchair, apparently done with being used for sexual purposes, slides some inches back under their weight, and Charles yelps in a wholly mortifying way.
it was awkward this first time; but things change, don’t they?
A fic written 2 years ago is NOT OLD. Two years is nothing. Two years ago was yesterday.
Also I don't care if a fic is 10 years old. Leave those comments!! Even if you think the author isn't active, or moved on from the fandom, I promise you it will make them smile.
I commented on a fic that was 11 years old, and there was already a response by the time I got up the next morning. Comment on the fics, please, comment on them, I promise it'll make the author's day either way
(transcript: Every time someone comments on my old fic, i feel like I'm an old actor getting paid residuals. Appreciate you, old-fic-commenters. Key source of emotional income, tbh.)
A British Naga in Bangkok by saumenschoftemplar - mature, 3k, Snake George, Human Alex
Heaven Knows by russonellipastry - teen, 1.6k, Vampire George, Human Alex
Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen:
Death Once Dead by sugarkoi - mature, 7.5k, Cosmic Max, Human Daniel
came back right (не в то место) by eighteenfourths - teen, 3.4k, Vampire AU
Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz:
(will that make your memory) fade from the scarlet maroon by kjstark - explicit, 27.5k, Vampire Charles, Werewolf Carlos
Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen:
i'm on the verge of caving in by space_cryptid - explicit, 8.9k, Werewolf Max
my mirror years ago by squigglesandcircled - mature, 2.1k, Evil Twins feat. Franz Herrmann
time moves slow by Miniescule - gen, 2.7k, Vampire Charles, Human Max
i want a taste (of the winner's life) by kafkaisque - mature, 8.6k, Succubus Charles, Human Max
this old house (quite the keeper of you) by lecllerc - mature, 2.9k, Vampire Charles, Human Max
one last time before it's over by cryystal_m00n - explicit, 21.4k, Ghost Charles, Human Max
and i've been meaning to tell you (i think your house is haunted) by champagne_for_breakfast - explicit, 17k, Haunted House Max, Human Charles
true chimerical love by fwoom - teen, 4.3k, Witch Max, Shapeshifter Charles
The Phantom of the Factory by Usedtobetam - mature, 13.8k, Phantom of the Opera Max, Red Bull Driver Charles
Devour me whole in Hungary by luvelyhwa - explicit, 6.7k, Monsterfucking
Oscar Piastri/George Russel:
MANEATER by alicent_boylent - unrated, 1.2k, Vampire AU
George Russel/Max Verstappen:
Eyes Wide Shut by Queen_RacRac - explicit, 4.7k, unfinished, A/B/O
just like you by deViolette - explicit, 3.1k, Serial Killer AU
A Debt Owed by Racingphanatic63 - unrated, 1.9k, unfinished, Vampire George, Arranged Marriage
Lando Norris/Max Verstappen:
fawns on hunter's lawns by raspberry_ribcage - explicit, 7.9k, Curse AU
Liam Lawson/Arvid Lindblad:
dew point by degners - mature, 11.5k, Time Travel, Body Horror
Carlos Sainz/Oscar Piastri:
'til my last dying breath by adaine - explicit, 19.4k, Zombie Apocalypse AU
Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri:
in flux by mosaicofhearts - explicit, 3.9k, Venom!Oscar
the ghost of you by forzaferrari16 - unrated, 3.9k, Ghost Oscar, Human Lando
hypnagogia by foxlaren - explicit, 8k, Body Horror, Tentacle Sex
Flowers Of Flesh And Blood by i_eat_men_xo - teen, 8.2k, Werewolf AU
can of worms (i turn into a teenage...) by blessedlikeholywater - mature, 4.3k, Prank Wars
Pierre Gasly/Yuki Tsunoda:
The Cave Mouth on the East Side of the Big Hill by Chandelier_s_Notebook - mature, 2.1k, Werewolf Pierre, Vampire Yuki
Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel:
How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily? by Oceanallaround - explicit, 4.4k, Fae, Wild Hunt AU
Oscar Piastri/Max Verstappen:
folie à deux by kronikel - explicit, 15.6k, Prince Oscar, Vampire Max
Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber:
I weep for the life you lived, and for the one you didn't by strudelina - mature, 8.5k, unfinished, Serial Killer Mark
David Coulthard/Mika Häkkinen & Jenson Button/Nico Rosberg:
Assault Under A Full Moon by avidaheidia5 - teen, 2.3k, Murder Mystery
Gabriel Bortoleto/Nico Hülkenberg:
It's Just The Melting Of The Sun by Gracelands - mature, 2k, unfinished, Kidnapping
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To everybody who has been enjoying bidaily Ao3 posts, that ends today for the time being. I had written a bunch of stuff for a writing event that I'm in, and so had a bit of a backlog built up so I wasn't just posting three times a day the second I finished submissions. Writing has slowed down unfortunately, and there should be a few more posts next week at least, but then I'm going to disappear again for a bit.
If you get your Chandelier has posted a new fic News from Tumblr, then let this be your post. There are quite a few oneshots (quite a bit of More Navy Than Red), and I've got a few chapters for Must I Have This Dance? (Pierresteban)
threesomes are criminally underrated in f1 imo. like carcharlando obvi but also lando/max/daniel has sm potential
are you in my head? i’ve been talking about this for months in private.
the fic premise that lives in my head, is when daniel goes to mclaren, max still has big unrequited feelings for him he’s pushed down for years. however, lando and max are hooking up at the time so max gets snippets of lando’s animosity towards daniel during the early mclaren days, and it helps max, because he’s able to convince himself lando doesn’t like daniel and won’t fuck him. but then ofc lando and daniel start getting close. and max is having a crisis, like “are they fucking? am i just being jealous and paranoid?”
of course, it turns out lando and daniel are hooking up, which puts max in a “why him and never me” headspace, but max is also still hooking up with lando at the same time because he also does enjoy lando and it’s all very mixed up and rancid.
I constantly think about how Zak Brown insinuated that the first thing Lando did after winning the wdc was have sex. That’s still so insane. And it’s put a time loop fic in my head that I have never written a single word of but that’s been rotating in my head for months and months
So anyways the fic idea is that Lando has sex in his drivers room with Magui and then goes through his night of celebrations and wakes up on Sunday again. And he’s like “woah, weird!” and then of course figures out he’s in a time loop.
He enjoys his time loop for a whole and doesn’t try to start solving it because it IS pretty sick to drive his championship race and have his celebrations again and again, and everyone who means anything to him is there, so he isn’t even missing his family or something that would entice him to break it. He gets to hug all of them on the grid and see Max after the press conference and hug him too and Martin is there until the team celebrations start and Keegan is crying and wine drunk.
But finally, it does start to get boring. After a dozen times. And so he starts goofin and that’s how he realizes… a lot of people are down to sleep with the champion. Like a LOT. It starts more benign: Louis giving him a blow job at the club, one of his mechanics laying it on thick if Lando cracks a vulgar enough joke.
And then it starts to get out of control. He realizes that he’s got the 20 minute window Magui and him have been shagging in between the press con and team celebrations. And it’s not exactly hard to get someone else to his room during that window too. So then it’s Martin, Keegan, someone on PR, other mechanics, his bodyguard, reporters and pundits and Jenson and Hinch. And THEN once he starts sending texts instead of just making eyes at people he encounters between the press con and his room, it’s Carlos and Alex and George and Charles and Gabi and Franco.
And he’s still in the fucking time loop.
Now, Lando’s really like okay I’ve had my fun. Jokes over. I’ll stop cheating and just fuck my girlfriend again and be normal. And it’ll stop right? Wrong.
So Lando’s like what gives? He remembers the boos in Mexico and the universe losing him all those points between Vegas and Qatar that he’s like okay… do I have to lose? So he tries to throw the race, but he can’t. He wins no matter what he does, no matter how ludicrous he doesn’t DNF and Max and Oscar DO is that’s what it takes for Lando to still come out on top. So it’s not the race. It’s not that he’s not meant to win.
And all this time, he has just seen Max after the press con, right before he starts to zero in on his next target for sexual escapades, and hugged him tight and disbelieving with the giant Netflix camera and Ash and P with her phone all filming them and Lando hasn’t let himself consider seducing Max. No, that’s too far. That’s his best friend. He can’t do that. But Max is basically the only person in the paddock Lando hasn’t slept with at this point. So what if….
And Lando tugs Max out of that room and to the McLaren hospitality and kisses him in his drivers room and he knows before they even really get into it that this is it, cause it’s different than anyone else and it’s Max. So he has sex with Max and they’re super late to team celebrations cause they don’t want to leave his room, and the they still have the whole night of partying and Lando is hyper aware of Max babysitting him and tipping him back onto his feet again and again. And he’s happier than any of the other times cause Max is right there. And he goes to bed later than any other loop iteration cause he knows this is it, it’s finally going to be over. And wakes up on Monday.
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Part two to the omegaverse Rabbot w Carter as their son (you’re gonna need to read the first one before this)
Before Jack knows what’s happening, Carter bends over and throws up on his own shoes. Instinctually, Jack leans forward and massages his own shaking hand along his back. “Are you okay?”
Carter nods, but he’s trembling too violently for Jack to believe him. “I need to call my mom.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up first,” Jack says. He ignores his aching knees and lands on the concrete to take Carter's shoes off for him, then leaves them on the curb. Jack places his hands on Carter’s shoulders and guides him to the bathroom.
"Thank you," Carter mumbles. "I could've done that."
Jack shakes his head. "I wanted to." Would've been nice to do it when Carter was five, but he'll take what he can get.
Carter rinses his mouth out in the sink and stares at Jack through the mirror. "When were— You and my mom, what..."
"Uh..." Jack scratches the back of his head. He laughs even though nothing about this is funny. "We met our last year of pre-med, courted for most of med school, and right before we graduated, he ended things."
Carter gives a small, shaky nod. "That adds up." He curls over the sink. "Oh, my God," he sounds like he might throw up again. Jack's hands retake their place on his pup's back. His pup.
"It's okay," Jack says. "Everything is going to be okay."
Wild, red-rimmed eyes meet his own. "I am going to kill my mom."
"I'd prefer if you didn't."
"You should want to kill him," Carter stresses. "I've told him about you. And I know for a fact he's looked on the hospital website; he's seen your photo. Fuck." He whips out his phone, but before he can make the call, Jack grabs his wrist.
"Not here," he says. "We should be somewhere more private."
Carter releases a heavy sigh but agrees. "My roommate isn't working today."
Heart pounding in his chest, Jack offers, "You could... come to my place."
They end up standing awkwardly in the entrance of Jack's home. He's now realizing how unwelcoming his house is; no photos on the walls, minimal decor, at least it's clean.
"This is neat," Carter says. He's being excruciatingly polite because Jack is sure the signed helmet his buddies gave him when he was discharged is of no interest to him. Still, telling Carter a bit about his military time fills the silence for a while, so he takes it.
To his surprise, Carter is genuinely enthralled. "That's awesome," he says. "I'm hoping to join Doctors Without Borders one day; maybe you can give me some tips on combat medicine before I go."
Absolutely not. Jack just got his pup; no way in hell is he sending him to get his own leg blown off. It must show on his face because Carter rolls his eyes.
"You're taking that as well as Mom did."
“Maybe wait until after your residency before thinking about that.”
Another eye roll. “Sure.” He sighs. “I’m calling him.”
“You should eat first,” Jack says. “It’s been a long day; you don’t want to have this conversation angry.” After decades of praying he’d run into Robby, now Jack feels sick at the thought of talking to him.
“Fine,” Carter says. “But I’m still going to be angry.”
Watching Carter eat the dinner he made gives Jack a foolish swell of satisfaction. He cleans his plate and thanks Jack softly; it takes a lot of strength to suppress the urge to kiss the top of his head or reach out for Carter at all. He’s so wonderful. Jack’s perfect pup.
Of course he’s perfect, Jack thinks; he’s Robby’s.
Jack is broken out of his daze when Carter’s phone begins ringing loudly. Before he can say that this isn’t a conversation to be had on speaker, the beautiful rasp that’s haunted Jack’s memories for nearly three decades sings through the house.
“Hi, baby. How was work?”
Jack’s mouth waters at the sound. He doesn’t know if he’s going to be sick, cry, or attempt to jump through the phone.
“Big day, Mom. Very big day.”
“Yeah? How so?”
“Well, first, guess who I’m sitting with.” He holds the phone out to Jack, who gapes like an idiot.
“Uh…” his breath stutters. “Hi— uh, hi, Robby. How have you been?”
Jack isn’t certain what an appropriate conversation starter is when speaking over the phone to an ex who gave him a pup he didn’t know about until an hour ago, but he grimaces at his faux-casual tone.
A long silence stretches between them.
“John,” Robby says, finally. “Take me off speaker. Now.”
Their pup huffs, but does as he’s told. Jack twiddles his thumbs and pretends not to listen to the half of the conversation he’s privy to. Instead, he focuses on the low, unintelligible hum of Robby’s voice.
After a few minutes, Carter holds the phone out. “He wants to talk to you.”
Jack takes it with quivering fingers. “Hello?”
There’s a shallow curse through the phone, then, “Hi, Jack. Long time, no see.”
Hearing Robby’s voice, hearing the man he’s always dreamed of as his mate, say his name again brings tears to Jack’s eyes. “It’s really you.”
“That it is,” Robby sighs. “I’m sorry this is how we’re meeting again.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Jack says immediately.
“Sorry is the least I should be,” Robby mutters. He takes a deep breath. “So… what do you think of our pup?”
Jack can’t help but laugh. He wipes his cheeks roughly as the tears trickle down. “He’s perfect. Robby, he’s the best thing in the whole world; you should see him at work.” From the corner of his eye, Jack sees Carter’s posture straighten. “You did so good.”
“He just looks like me,” Robby says. “His personality is all you.”
“No. Everything I loved about you is in there.”
A sharp sob breaks through the phone, and Jack wishes so badly he could reach through the screen and hold Robby like no time has passed at all.
“I’m so sorry, Jack,” he cries. “I thought I made the right choice at the time; I really did.”
“What did I do?” Jack asks between tears. Poor Carter is pretending to be interested in the spice rack to avoid his newly found father’s sobbing. “What made you think I wouldn’t want him?”
“Nothing,” Robby sniffs. “I knew you would. I didn’t know I was pregnant when I left. I found out two weeks after, and it—“ He chokes on his own breath. “It felt too late to come home by then,” he croaks.
The tears burn Jack’s face. “It wasn’t.” He glances at his pup, who has moved on to inspecting his cereal options. “It’s still not.”
“Jack—“
“Could we meet in person?” Jack’s leg bounces anxiously. “I’ll pay for your ticket and a hotel if you’d be willing to.”
“I can afford it myself,” Robby says.
“No, I know.” Jack’s cheeks burn. “I, well, I just—“
“You never let me pay for anything,” Robby teases. “My alpha: the perfect provider.”
Jack’s heart stops when Robby calls him his alpha. He doesn’t care that it’s a joke; since the moment he saw him in the dining hall all those years ago, Jack has been nothing but Robby’s. “Please let me.”
There’s another beat of silence, filled by Jack’s heartbeat thrumming in his ears, then Robby says, “Thank you, but I’ll pay for it.”
Jack deflates. Maybe Robby has mated in the years since Carter’s graduation, or he’s being courted now, and his current alpha will snap at Jack to back off. “Okay.”
“I’ll book a flight and text John the details.” He sighs again. “I really am sorry, Jack.”
“Don’t be,” Jack says again. “I’m handing you back to Carter, uh, John.”
John says his goodbyes and shifts from foot to foot, picking at the hem of his scrubs. “So, should we play catch or something?”
Jack smiles, raw and exhausted. “We can do whatever you want.”
He shuffles on his feet a little longer, then shyly extends his arms toward Jack. Despite his old, tired knees, Jack launches himself up and wraps his pup tight against his chest. He fits perfectly.
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