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a-chuffed-floating-panda · 2 months

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This second chapter thing is turning into spicy light. Because I am not going to jump all the steps for full on smut and fall flat on my face when I hadn’t written it in years until that weird 3k thing I wrote almost a month ago (that will stay not posted because what? O_o)

#Yangchen #Kavik #yangvik #writing process #unexpected chapter 2 #tips of you have them are appreciated:)#chuffed panda talks

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beautifulmakkaris · 11 months

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have a six(ish) sentence sunday sneak peek of chap 2 of lucy takes the long way home while i edit to hopefully get it posted this week!!

“Always the hero.” She murmurs and he grins.

It is so blindingly handsome she has to look away, blinking furiously. This goddamn Visitor and her stupid, intense feelings have clearly mixed Lockwood up with her lover and decided to twist Lucy’s emotions all up in hers again.

“You’re not here alone, are you?” He asks. “I could always lend a hand. Or some Sight, as it were.”

Lucy’s stomach drops; in her surprise at seeing him, she’d completely forgotten who was still waiting for her upstairs.

“Not necessary.” She says quickly, wondering if she can herd him out before-

“All clear, Lucy?” Kipps shouts down and Lockwood’s sunny smile drops instantly.

#locklyle #lockwood and co #locklyle fanfic #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #quill kipps #i'm trying to stay two chapters ahead with this fic #just got to iron out a bit of the chapter i'm working on #and then chapter 2 will be posted #as long as life doesn't get in the way #thank u all v v v much for your response to this fic #it has been unexpected and extremely kind #i will try not to make you wait to long between updates!

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staarboyyy · 7 months

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thank you all so much for the endless support !! <3

for this little milestone i wanted to do a mini poll to see what you guys would be interested in my account having in the future!

#thank you all so so much!#big thanks to the cozy corner specifically #they really helped me with my writing and made me confident enough to post here :)#anywho #feel free to vote!#unexpected chapter 2 is in the works #hehehe #bowies silly tag #bowies polls

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shiningdesignersreflections · 11 months

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Chapter 2: Unexpected Crisis

Narrated by Mary.

Narrator: Gently pushing the door open, I enter the Queen’s quarters to see her reading on the bed.

Mary: Good day, Your Majesty.

Narrator: I pull open the curtains and insert my freshly-picked bouquet in the golden vase with intricate patterns sitting by the window.

Narrator: The white flowers bloom demurely, filling the room with its elegant fragrance.

Ophelia: You chose jasmine for today?

Mary: Yes. Do you like the smell, Your Majesty?

Ophelia: Yes, it’s good.

Narrator: Jasmines aren’t often found in palaces, actually, because they’re neither expensive nor eye-catching.

Narrator: Some would use them for jasmine tea, but many nobles consider it a mundane tea unfitting for their stately status.

Mary: If you like them, I’ll pick more tomorrow.

Narrator: Queen Ophelia smiles and puts down her book. I walk to her bedside and begin combing her hair.

Narrator: The Queen’s long, blonde hair is the color of the morning sun. I’ve always found it stunning.

Narrator: After the Queen’s hair is done, I place the crown on her head and serve breakfast.

Narrator: Breakfast is fluffy pancakes, fried eggs, and black tea that’s just at the right temperature. While the Queen enjoys her meal, we chat.

Mary: I heard some “statue people” have taken over the plaza in front of the museum.

Ophelia: Statue people?

Mary: They paint themselves white all over and stand motionless in the same position on the street. They look just like statues!

Ophelia: Why do they do that?

Mary: Who knows? I heard they call that performance art.

Ophelia: I see. It truly is unique.

Narrator: I love chatting with the Queen. She’s more of a listener and would sometimes smile at my anecdotes.

Narrator: I wish she’d never stop smiling. I love seeing her smile.

Narrator: The Duchess arrives on time in the afternoon.

Narrator: She’s got fiery red hair and a friendly personality. I invite her into the guest lounge and wait at the door with her maid, Sal.

Narrator: Sal, like the Duchess, is talkative. It’s her first time in the palace and she can barely conceal her excitement.

Sal: This place is sparkling all over! The Duke likes modern buildings more, though. Even squabbled with Madame over this once!

Narrator: The current palace was constructed during the reign of King August, the Queen’s father. He was a huge architecture buff.

Sal: Her Highness is so gorgeous. I’ve never seen someone this noble and elegant.

Narrator: Of course. She’s the kindest, most beautiful person I’ve ever met!

Sal: So, Miss Mary, how’s it like working in the palace?

Mary: It’s very busy.

Sal: Busy? Same here! Someone sent us another box of pine needle tea just yesterday. We barely have space left to store those!

Mary: Another?

Sal: Yeah! Madame mentioned it at a tea party once, and now everyone’s trying to get into her good books by sending her tea.

Mary: Doesn’t the Duchess really like pine needle tea?

Sal: Yeah, but who’d want to drink the same tea every day? She was happy at first, but now she’s getting tired of it.

Narrator: My heart sinks. We prepared pine needle tea for today’s afternoon tea, after all.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

#mary #shining nikki #sr designer #transcript #chapter 2 #unexpected crisis #casual drinks #workshop #tea #afternoon tea #pine needle tea #burn out #statue people #visitor

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aristocraticvision · 2 years

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Chapter 45: The Council (Pt. 2)

Pompey paused before continuing, his voice low and confident.

“As you know, the pirate raid on Ostia was a disaster of truly epic proportion,” Pompey said, his face serious. “Ten biremes, twelve triremes and nearly twenty barges fully loaded with grain were sunk or stolen. Plus, two praetors, ready to depart for various provinces of Rome to serve their year of service, were kidnapped, and are now being ransomed. The pirates struck quickly, decisively and without warning, leaving no doubt that they are not only a powerful force upon Our Sea, but an organized one, as well.”

The group nodded as the general continued.

“Yet even before this attack, I had long been studying the pirate problem, and had devised a plan for ridding Our Sea of the scourge of piracy once and for all time,” he said. “A plan that is as ambitious and bold in nature as it is far-reaching in scope.”

“My plan is to divide Our Sea into segments, assigning each to a legate charged with ridding it of any and all pirate activity,” Pompey said. “These legates will be under the control of a supreme commander with unlimited imperium at sea and on land within 50 miles of the coast, allowing him to more effectively drive the pirate menace from every inch of Our Sea.”

“And, of course, that commander would be you,” Cicero said, plainly.

“Of course,” Palicanus confirmed. “Who else could it be?”

“Oh, I quite agree,” Cicero replied quickly. “Yet you must realize what resistance this plan will encounter in the senate? Especially among the boni, who will fight tooth and nail to prevent giving Magnus another special commision. They’ll say that this command is nothing more than a stepping stone toward his true objective, which is to replace Lucullus as commander of the eastern legions.”

“Mmm,” Pompey grunted. Obviously that was precisely his objective. “But between you and Caesar, I daresay you should be able to come up with a way around them.”

“I simply don’t know if that will be possible,” Cicero said, uncomfortably.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t be here at all, then,” Gabinius said, casting a cold glare at Cicero. “It occurs to me that you’re on their side, not ours.”

Cicero opened his mouth to speak, but Caesar beat him to it.

“No, Gabinius,” he said. “Cicero is right. Getting around resistance in the senate will be nearly impossible. Which is why we have to go around the senate.”

“How?” Pompey asked, interested.

“As a tribune, Gabinius can present a law to the plebeian assembly assigning the command to you,” Caesar said, matter-of-factly. “You’re tremendously popular among the knights, and most will vote to place you in command if only to spite the aristocrats in the senate.”

“Good, good!” Pompey said.

“It won’t work,” Cicero said, frustrated. “You know as well as I do that Catulus and his boni colleagues have their own pets among the tribunate – they’ll simply have their man veto Gabinius’ law, and we’ll be right back where we started.”

“Then what do YOU recommend,” Gabinius said, his distaste for Cicero plain.

Cicero paused, then stood.

“I think Caesar is on the right track, but simply too blatant in his proposed execution,” he said, his mind working furiously. “Indeed, Gabinius should present a law establishing the supreme command. However, Pompey’s name should not be connected with it in the slightest!”

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#ts4 story #simblr #ts4 simblr #historical simblr #ts4 historical #ancient rome #marcus tullius cicero #sound advice #vying for the supreme command #Pompey's plans #an unexpected ally #chapter 45 part 2 #the council

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josephseedismyfather · 1 month

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Looking like Afflicted chapter 2 could be posted tomorrow guys....Harley's story finally continues!

I'm SO excited to get to share it with you!

#afflicted: harley & jacob #afflicted chapter 2 #AHHHHHH!!!#unexpected but so thrilled to share it soon!

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a-chuffed-floating-panda · 5 months

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Unexpected chapter 2: Bittersweet

She didn’t say anything about the hidden hatred in Jetsun’s eyes and simply handed her a freshly steamed momo and a cup of tea.

“Here,” she said, almost shoving them into her hands and turning around. “I will leave now.”

The tea was laced with sleep-inducing herbs and Sister Jamyang had helped her fill the momo almost to its breaking point. It would be a good meal.

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!!Spoilers for the second novel!!

My brain will not shut up:) Have this second chapter of this previous one shot that's now a two shot because I have zero impulse control :)

#new chapter #unexpected chapter 2 #atla fanfic #oc centric #airbenders & airbending #ao3 fic #air nomad fic #oc fanfiction #Jetsun #oc #yangchen & oc #life is a *little* easier when you have someone you‘ve known in your previous lives by your side #yangchen *will* have someone by her side

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screaminatrain · 11 months

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Chapter two: The unexpected visitor

A/N: This is slightly longer, but not much longer.

Warning: Violence, blood, fighting

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As the ground started shaking slightly, Rain's wolfish senses immediately told her that something was wrong. She looked up from her essay warily and nudged Echo with her foot, who immediately felt the shaking right after her. She turned around and laughed

"Let the PED girls handle this." Echo joked into the silence

Everyone stared at her, unsure of what she meant by thins. The concentrated silence was shattered by Echo's not-so-quiet and not-so-casual comment.

"Be quiet, otherwise you're going to get us exposed" Moon hissed under her breath, making sure that no one heard her.

"Okay, okay chill." She whispered, still giggling

"Don't take this lightly" Rain warned "It could be extremely dangerous. And as much as I dislike them three, it'd be bad if they died."

"Fine, fine. Just trying to crack a joke. Is that so hard?" Echo shook her head, whispering as the class went on. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an eerily loud howl could be heard in the hallway. Everyone, despite the teacher's shouts, scrambled to exit the classroom and into the hallway.

In the hallway, a scene that the university would have only been able to dreamt of appeared. A large silvery blue wolf was taking up most of the space in the hallway. Next to it, a blond boy with forest green eyes wielded a long wicked looking sword threateningly.

Firstly Echo made a magic barrier with her powers before saying

"Alright fine." Echo used her telekinesis and grabbed a nearby chair and flung it at the agent. She immediately opened her eyes after doing it. She felt a bit exhausted but she hid the fact of her being tired. Moon put a hand on her shoulder. The wolf pounced suddenly and Rain surged forward. They were locked in a close battle, jaw to jaw.

"What's with hiding our identity.." Echo spawned some daggers and threw it at the wolf currently fighting Rain.

The boy ran forward and intercepted it from hitting his companion. He glared at Echo and charged towards her, bringing his sword down. Moon went into action, she teleported to Echo's side and started sending out sticky vines which were nearly indestructible. The boy made a slashing motion midair and the vines fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Meanwhile, the fight between Rain and the wolf was going poorly. Hearing the surprised gasp when Moon's vines had been cut, the wolf got the upper hand of her and slammed her against the magic barrier. Echo let Moon handle the boy reluctantly as she ran to Rain's side and assisted her by spawning a sword that looked almost like the boy's sword and slashed the wolf while it was distracted. The wolf's muzzle was bloody, yet it shoved Echo aside and knocked her out as if he was a mere doll.

Moon and the boy slashed and jabbed, dodged and parried. Both doing their best to stay alive. Them both had cuts and bruises. The wolf slowly clawed across Rain's stomach, ignoring his master's calls for him to back off. The boy quickly disarmed Moon and rushed to tug the wolf away. But the wolf bit down on Rain's neck cold-blooded. Echo forced herself back awake as she ran over to the wolf and helped tug the wolf back before sprinting to Rain's side.

"Ay. You better not be dead." Echo poked Rain in the face.

"I'm fine." she groaned "Except my favorite hoodie is destroyed."

Moon rolled her eyes "I don't think it likes that you're are a werewolf."

Echo sighed, wiping the blood off her face from when she hit her head too hard on her own barrier. Echo put away her weapons and looked at Rain then at Moon before sighing for what seemed to be the tenth time today.

"Control your wolf to not kill someone." She pointed at the wolf who harmed Rain before creating a first-aid kit with her mind.

“I’m on half a mind to sue you,” Moon sassed, her hands on her hips

Echo turned to the boy. " Put your sword away. It's bothering me." She sighed the boy shoved his sword back into its sheath and sighed.

"I'm Axel, "He stuck out his hand to Echo " And you are?" Echo looked at the hand before she put her hand there. "I'm Sora." She shook his hand before looking at Moon and Rain.

"Y-you're an agent from ARMS, aren't you?" Rain said shakily " You work for Gunther." The boy shuffled uneasily on his feet. "He's only one of the thousands." Echo threw the first-aid kit to Moon, " You fix her, I don't have any healing experiences." She replied.

"Her full moon scratches aren't that bad. I don't know either." She frowned.

"I can patch myself up, but except for the fact that I can't move my shoulder." She hissed, trying to move her arm.

"Moon! Uh, try just wrapping her in bandages like a mummy-" Echo hesitated before sighing.

"PADIC, send out medical drone." Rain muttered

"An AI of course. None of us know how to heal each other." Echo giggled.

"Why don't we take healing classes later," Said Moon.

The drone whirled around her a few times and a bandage settled around her shoulder and stomach. Rain sighed in relief. Then she noticed people staring at them intently. Echo sighed sitting on the floor before laying on the floor.

"I'm tired." She yawned.

“Sleep. We’ll be safe when you open your eyes once more” Moon’s voice was hazy as black spots appeared in Echo’s vision, soon her eyes closed and she fell into deep slumber.

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#chapter two #the unexpected visitor #chapter 2 #crappy writing #why are you reading my tags

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thewriteadviceforwriters · 6 months

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Why Writers Don't Finish Writing Their Stories, and How to Fix It

Hello fellow writers and storytellers,

The journey of writing a story is an exhilarating adventure, but it's not without its share of obstacles. Many of us have embarked on a creative endeavor, only to find ourselves mired in the struggle to finish what we started. In this blog post, I'll unravel the common reasons why writers don't finish their stories and explore practical strategies to overcome these hurdles and reignite the flame of creativity.

The Perils of Unfinished Stories

As writers, we often find ourselves in the throes of unfinished tales, grappling with the intricate web of characters, plots, and themes. There are several reasons why the ink dries up and the story remains untold. Let's shine a light on the familiar adversaries that stand between us and the triumphant completion of our narratives:

1. Lack of Planning:

Some of us brazenly dive into our stories without a clear roadmap, resulting in uncertainty about the direction of the plot and the fate of our characters. The lack of a solid plan can lead us astray, leaving our stories wandering in the wilderness of aimlessness.

2. Self-Doubt and Perfectionism:

Ah, the relentless whispers of self-doubt and the siren call of perfectionism! These twin adversaries can cast a shadow over our creative vision, compelling us to endlessly revise and perfect the early chapters, trapping us in a whirlpool of perpetual edits.

3. Time Management:

Balancing the demands of daily life with the ardor of writing can be akin to walking a tightrope. The struggle to find consistent time for our craft often leaves our stories languishing in prolonged periods of inactivity, longing for the touch of our pen.

4. Writer's Block:

The mighty barrier that even the most intrepid writers encounter. Writer's block can be an insurmountable mountain, leaving us stranded in the valleys of creative drought, unable to breathe life into new ideas and narratives.

5. Lack of Motivation:

The flame that once burned brightly can flicker and wane over time, leaving us adrift in the murky waters of disillusionment. The initial excitement for our stories diminishes, making it arduous to stay committed to the crafting process.

6. Fear of Failure or Success:

The twin specters that haunt many writers' dreams. The apprehension of rejection and the unsettling prospect of life-altering success can tether us to the shores of hesitation, preventing us from reaching the shores of completion.

7. Criticism and Feedback Anxiety:

The looming dread of judgment casts a long shadow over our creative endeavors. The mere thought of receiving criticism or feedback, whether from peers or potential readers, can cast a cloud over our storytelling pursuits.

8. Plotting Challenges:

Crafting a cohesive and engaging plot is akin to navigating a labyrinth without a map. Faced with hurdles in connecting story elements, we may find ourselves lost in a maze of plot holes and unresolved threads.

9. Character Development Struggles:

Breathing life into multi-dimensional, relatable characters is a complex art. The intricate process of character development can become a quagmire, ensnaring us in the challenge of creating personas that drive the story forward. (Part one of Character Development Series)

10. Life Events and Distractions:

Unexpected events in our personal lives can cast ripples on our writing routines, interrupting the flow of our creativity and causing a loss of momentum.

Rallying Against the Odds: Strategies for Success

Now that we've confronted the adversaries that threaten to stall our storytelling odysseys, let's arm ourselves with strategies to conquer these barriers and reignite the flames of our creativity.

Embrace the Power of Planning:

A clear roadmap illuminates the path ahead. Arm yourself with outlines, character sketches, and plot maps to pave the way for your story's journey.

Vanquish Self-Doubt with Action:

Silence the voices of doubt with the power of progress. Embrace the imperfect beauty of your early drafts, knowing that every word brings you closer to the finish line.

Mastering the Art of Time:

Carve out sacred writing time in your schedule. Whether it’s ten minutes or two hours, every moment dedicated to your craft is a step forward.

Conquering Writer's Block:

Embrace the freedom of imperfection. Write, even if the words feel like scattered puzzle pieces. The act of writing can unravel the most stubborn knots of writer's block.

Reigniting the Flame of Motivation:

Seek inspiration in the wonders of the world. Reconnect with the heart of your story, rediscovering the passion that set your creative spirit ablaze.

Reshaping Fear into Fuel:

Embrace the uncertainty as an integral part of the creative journey. Embrace the lessons within rejection and prepare for the winds of change that success may bring.

Navigating the Realm of Criticism:

Embrace feedback as a catalyst for growth. Constructive criticism is a powerful ally, shaping your story into a work of art that resonates with readers.

Weaving the Threads of Plot:

Connect the dots with fresh eyes. Step back and survey the tapestry of your plot, seeking innovative solutions to bridge the gaps and untangle the knots.

Breathing Life into Characters:

Engage with your characters as if they were old friends. Dive into their depths, unraveling their quirks, fears, and dreams, and watch as they breathe life into your story.

Navigating Life's Tempests:

Embrace the ebb and flow of life. Every pause in your writing journey is a chance to gather new experiences and perspectives, enriching your storytelling tapestry.

The Ever-Resting Pen: Harnessing the Power Within

Fellow writers, the journey of completing a story is filled with peaks and valleys, each offering us the opportunity to sharpen our resolve and unleash our creative potential. As we stand at the crossroads, staring at the canvas of unfinished tales, let's rally against the odds, armed with the power of purpose, passion, and perseverance.

Let the ink flow once more, breathing life into tales left untold, and watch as your stories triumphantly reach their long-awaited conclusion. You possess the power to conquer the adversaries that stand in your way, and within you lies the essence of untold narratives waiting to unfurl onto the page.

Here's to the journey that lies ahead, the stories waiting to be written, and the unyielding spirit of creativity that thrives within each of us.

Warm regards and unwavering encouragement, Ren T.

#creative writing #thewriteadviceforwriters #writing #writeblr #on writing #writing tips #writers block #how to write #writers and poets #novelist #novel writing #november #novel

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outoftheseine · 2 months

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- SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY FIC RECS 2 -

my big, broody husband | note: this is COD so there are some trigger warnings like: blood, guns, injuries, military stuff, death so please beware of them. there also also 18+ content so minors DNI. don't forget to read the authors' warnings | more will be added!

part one | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

yes, lieutenant • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @sinkovia (very very angsty, violence, smut)

forcedhusband!simon x reader

↳ by @suimon (sooo much fluff, comfort, slow burn, mutual pining, lots of bantering)

unexpected | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @dammn-dean (pregnant!reader, angst, comfort, fluff)

the roommate • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world (angst, fluff, smut, kidnapping, simon here made my heart so fuzzy)

please love me | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @rowarn (angst, smut, comfort, tw’s like depression, sa and suicide)

actions have consequences | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!civilian!spouse!reader

↳ by @mrweh (heavy angst, mean!simon)

office romance • supervisor!simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @hecateslore

you had his baby and he didn’t know | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @sgrplumditz

ghost distribution system | part two | part three • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @katz-chow

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S

his heart, his light, his world • dad!simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @thexsilentxwordsmith (so so fluffy)

no judgement • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @blingblong55 (so so so fluffy, dad!simon)

consequences • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @sinkovia (very angsty, tw: miscarriage)

a place to be weak • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @cherryredstars (fluff, little angsty)

superficial wounds, deep devotion • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @tacticaldiary (fluff)

tormented by a ghost • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @shotmrmiller (mean!simon, little explicit)

lights • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @babygirl-riley (dad!simon fluff, angst, childhood trauma)

sunshine • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @sgtcosmo (fluff)

whispers and words • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @dammn-dean (angst, slightly suggestive, happy ending)

secret haven • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @lightwing-s (fluff, secret relationship)

gentle love • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @floatingfireflies (fluff)

his girls • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @casiia (dad!simon, domestic!simon, fluff, slight angst)

migraines • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @mockerycrow (fluff, physical hurt/comfort)

family ties • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @lundenloves (angst, dad!simon but not a cute dad ahaha)

longing • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @yawnderu (fluff)

hold it together while the world is on fire • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @unreliablesnake (major character death, grief, angst, tw: drug abuse)

is it too soon? • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @unreliablesnake (fluff, simon is whipped, grief)

in another life • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @suimon (very angsty, hurt but no comfort)

over his shoulder • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @imperihoe-writes (tooth rotting fluff)

sweet dreams, my love • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @qtboni (so fluffy)

the sacrifice • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @bravo4iscool (medic!reader, fluff, angst but happy ending)

wrong words • simon ‘ghost’ riley x 141!reader

↳ by @milf-murdock (hurt/comfort)

being chosen… by a baby • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!single mom!reader

↳ by @southernbluebellereader (fluff)

big guy • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @kivino (fluff, jealous!simon)

gentle giant • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @asph6lt (fluff, soft!simon)

girl dad • dad!simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @thexsilentxwordsmith (very fluffy)

home invasion • neighbour!simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @oceantornadoo (hurt/comfort, violence, fluff)

everything’s gonna be okay • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @pearlofthesirens (hurt/comfort)

meet the family • simon ‘ghost’ riley x civilian!reader

↳ by @sim0nril3y (angst, comfort, family issues)

oh muse, tell me of the things done by golden aphrodite • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @sprout-fics (smut, greek mythology au)

late night embrace • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @mondaysoct (fluff, slightly explicit)

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fangirl-dot-com · 26 days

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🪡The Obvious String

*part of the reverse trope series*

Paring: Lestappen x MercedesDriver!Reader Genre: SMAU/Fluff/Humor Summary: The invisible string was so visible that everyone missed it but them. What are they? Rivals? Friends? Emotional Support Buddies? But they can't be lovers . . . can they?

*I took a lot of inspo from people on twitter. I think this is the most work I've ever done for a chapter before. the tweets alone took almost two hours to do. I absolutely love lestappen so this is super self-indulgent. but that's why I'm a writer. I hope you all enjoy!*

TAG LIST IS CLOSED

Lando knew that there was something between the three of them.

Anyone could see that. Instagram, twitter, TikTok, hell even the Formula 1 app was talking about it. The grid was getting very suspicious, but who could blame them.

Max wasn’t putting out the fire by pulling his two childhood friends in as they posed for pictures. Charles couldn’t help but flash his God-given dimples at the Dutchman or the Briton girl. And Y/n, she was just as bad, blush on her cheeks every moment she was around them.

So yeah, everyone was talking. But, no one truly knew what exactly was going on.

And that’s exactly what Lando was going to find out. (With the help of his fellow 16 drivers.)

His first victim: the French bestie of the non-French man.

“I have no clue what is going on between the three,” was the first thing that came out of Pierre’s mouth when Lando showed up to his driver’s room door. The poor McLaren driver hadn’t even gotten a word out.

Lando rolled his eyes. “You have to know something. And you call yourself Charles’s best mate.”

Pierre threw his hands up. “Non, apparently that is Y/n and Max. I’ve been kicked to the side.”

The Alpine driver definitely wasn’t bitter or anything. He was actually thankful that you and Max had been able to keep an eye on Charles when he couldn’t. Knowing that the Monegasque had frequent delf-deprecating thoughts, he felt better that he had the two of you.

Pierre turned to Lando. “Aren’t you supposed to Max’s best friend as well? How would I know something that you don’t.”

Now that made Lando’s brows furrow. He was supposed to be Max’s best friend. And maybe that’s why he felt a bit peeved to not know what was supposedly going on between you, him, and Charles. His arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” he muttered, turning away to the door.

The Frenchman scoffed. “Good luck mate. We’ve been trying since 2019.”

“We?”

Lewis was not expecting the numerous knocks at his door during media day. The Briton held his breath, willing the unexpected visitors to give up and go away. Yet, a sigh left his lips once the knocking started up again. He pulled himself off of his couch and walked over.

When the door swung in, two bodies brushed against his side.

His eye brows raised. “Yes, welcome. Come right in. Oh, thank you Lewis for allowing us to disturb your peace.”

Lando chewed his lip. “Yeah, thanks man.”

Pierre took a look around the room. “Thank you Lewis.”

The papaya clad driver took a seat exactly where Lewis’s had been sitting, which cause Lewis to glare at him.

“And why are the two of you here?”

Pierre huffed, looking at the pictures on Lewis’s wall.

“Ask him.” A finger pointed at Lando, making the Briton look up from his phone.

“Oh yeah. Do you know. . . ”

Once again, Lando couldn’t even finish his sentence because Lewis interrupted him.

“No, I don’t know what’s going on between Y/n, Max, and Charles. Honestly Lando, no one knows and I don’t think they know either.”

Lando leaned his head back and groaned.

“But how could they not? They all make goo-goo eyes at each other. And it’s worse on the podium.”

“At least you haven’t bit on the podium with two-thirds of the groups. It’s insufferable man. They can’t go without talking about each other for more than a few moments.”

A laugh left Pierre’s lips. “Oh yeah. It’s always ‘Y/n was so strong on corner 2’ or ‘Pierre, did you see how Max overtook Checo?’ And then ‘Oh Charles was told to stay behind again. He really needs to ignore them.’ It makes me want to puke every time.”

Lando scratched his chin. “Now that I’m thinking about it, you’re right. It was like how Max and Charles completely ignored me in China. They kept looking at Y/n below!”

The last few words had a slight whine to them. Charles had been quick enough to catch Checo on the last lap, and placed himself in P3 after Lando.

The Alpine driver looked lost. “Lewis, you’ve been Y/n’s teammate for almost three years. How can you not know anything.”

All he got was a glare back.

“Like I said, Gasly, I don’t even think they know something is going on. It’s pathetic honestly.”

Lando put his head in his hands. “She must be pining. Don’t you two do girls night or at least something like that?”

“Lando, she spends all her free moments with Max and Charles. How can she be pining to me if she doesn’t leave their side.”

It was quite for a moment before Lando snapped.

“I’ve got it. If we want grid gossip, we got to go to the source.”

“No Lando, I don’t know if Max, Charles, and Y/n are in a secret relationship. And I don’t think they think of each other like that.”

The groan that Lando let out was so loud it made a couple of people look their way. George, the tall, lanky Briton was set to take Lewis’s seat for 2025 after two years in Williams. The driver pool was going crazy.

Logan was returning to Formula 1 with HAAS after a brief sabbatical and would be a teammate pair with Oliver Bearman. Nico and Daniel of all people were going to Audi. Liam was set to take the second Red Bull seat. And Carlos, well, no one really knew, but rumors said that he was going to return with Audi when they caught up with the regulations in 2027.

The McLaren driver was close to pulling his curls out.

“But George.”

Lando was now full on whining. George seemed exasperated and shrugged.

“We’re not that close anyway. We aren’t even teammates yet. And you knew how she yelled at me that one time that my car scraped a hole in Max’s car.”

The group of four winced at the memory.

Max had just finished yelling at George, calling him every name under the sun. And then you had shown up to double it. The Williams, well, now Mercedes driver, was thankful that Charles had shown up to drag the two of you away.

Lewis looked a bit pale.

“Yeah. I don’t think she’s fully forgiven me for Silverstone 2021.”

Lando turned to Lewis. “But they were all still fighting at that point. Remember the whole unfollowing they did in 2019?”

Pierre snorted. “Of course we remember. That doesn’t mean that they didn’t still care about each other. You know that Charles and Y/n were the first ones to congratulate Max after he won the championship in Abu Dhabi. And then her and Max practically tackled Charles in Japan in 2022. I don’t even want to imagine when Y/n wins her championship.”

Lando ran a hand down his face.

“Well, if Pierre doesn’t know, Lewis and George don’t know. Then who would?”

George cocked his head.

“Have you asked Daniel? You know that he and Max are pretty close.”

Lando’s eyes widened. “Why did I not think of that. George I could kiss you!”

George’s face scrunched. “No thank you. I don’t want to be anywhere near your lips.”

Lewis was already at the door, wanting to get a move on. “Let’s go. George you’re coming too. If we get to the bottom of this, you’re going to have to learn how to deal with all three.”

A shudder ran down George’s spine. He did not want to imagine the horror of sharing a podium with all of them. He’s heard enough stories.

When they got to Daniel’s motorhome, the Australian was peacefully talking with Oscar. Lando had run up to them and was currently hunched over, trying to catch his breath.

“Do,” inhale, “you two,” exhale, “know if,” inhale and heave, “there’s something,” exhale, “going on,” inhale, “with. . .”

Daniel sighed. “Max, Charles, and Y/n?”

Lando shot up, eyes full of hope. Lewis nodded next to him.

“Yes! Do you?”

The older Aussie wanted to smirk as he saw hope fill the group’s faces. He nodded a bit, and Lando looked like someone told him that his birthday and Christmas had come early.

“No.”

The McLaren driver fell to the ground. Pierre smacked Daniel on the shoulder.

“Why would you do that!”

Now Lewis was the one whining.

“Because it was funny. Mate, they’ve been like this since Max joined in 2018. Even then, it was worse than whatever this is.”

The Mercedes driver of the group let out another groan for what felt like the millionth time in that hour.

“Max was insufferable in 2018. Taking his sim everywhere so that he could game and race with them online. And the multiple phone calls. I think Max partied harder for Charles’s F2 champion win and Y/n’s F3 championship than his first race win.”

“Ok, but that’s kind of cute.”

All eyes landed on Oscar.

The younger Aussie’s eyes bulged. “What?”

Daniel pointed a finger at him. “If Max hears you say cute in any way, shape, or form that is distinctly near his name, he will come after you.”

An audible gulp was heard.

Lando had begun to pace. “Well, if I don’t know, Pierre doesn’t know, Lewis doesn’t know, George doesn’t know, Oscar doesn’t know, and Daniel doesn’t know, then who would know?”

Everyone looked a little lost.

“Aha!”

The two papaya drivers jumped out of reflex. Lando’s head turned violently toward Lewis.

“What!”

He held his phone up with a contact showing.

“We call Seb.”

“Lewis, like I’ve told you. Charles hasn’t told me anything.”

For the sake of everyone around in the paddock, they held in their groans.

“But Seb, you were practically Charles’s grid-dad. You have to know something!” Daniel said, face nearly in Lewis’s phone, as if Sebastian could hear him better.

A sigh was heard through the speaker.

“Charles was nothing less than a terror in 2019. I think the calmest anyone has seen him was 2018 when his car didn’t go fast enough for him to catch anyone.”

Lewis hummed. “That’s true.”

“Because everyone there should know that 2019 was the year of them. Every headline was all about them. And don’t get me started on when they had that big fight. I had to hear everything about it every. single. weekend.”

Daniel nodded. “It was the same with Max. If Fernando was here, he could say the same for Y/n since she was still racing with Alpine at the time.”

Oscar had completely forgotten about Fernando being Y/n’s teammate for half a season before she made the jump to Williams to replace Kubica to race alongside Nicholas Latiffi. The young Aussie had looked up to the older female when he was making the decision to leave Alpine. She had personally congratulated him on the move and gave him a wink. Well, had tried to before Max and Charles dragged her away.

Sebastian had gone quiet over the phone.

“Has anyone actually asked them if they’re together or not? Instead of just asking everyone else about a matter that deeply involves the three of them?”

Their silence had answered for them.

Lando grabbed Lewis’s phone out of his hand.

“Thank you Seb! We’ll get right on it!”

“Hey!”

It was too late and Lando had already hung up and was passing the phone back to his fellow Briton.

“Guys, we can’t ask them.”

“What!” Pierre yelled.

“Think about it. If we just go and ask, they’re going to make excuses. We won’t get a right answer.”

“Lando, you’re being unreal. Let’s just go ask them,” George said.

“Ask them what?”

The six of them jumped out of their skin at the new arrival of a familiar voice. Lando froze before slowly turning around, to come face to face with you, Charles, and Max, all looking cozy for media day.

“Uh, nothing?” Lando squeaked out, eyes darting around so he wouldn’t have to look at the trio.

Max snorted. “Doesn’t sound like nothing to me.”

He took a sip of his Red Bull.

Daniel looked panicked. “We were just wanting to ask, uh, Lewis and Nico if they had forgiven each other yet?”

“Hey!”

Charles raised his eyebrows. “Why do you seem so unsure? And Lewis is right there mate. Kind of rude to talk about his problems in front of him.”

“Thank you Charles.”

The Monegasque hummed as he turned to Max. His mouth dropped.

“Max, I thought I told you to stop drinking that stuff. It’s bad for your heart.”

The Dutchman shrugged and took another sip, just to spite the Ferrari driver. You rolled your eyes, knowing a playfight was just around the corner.

Oscar’s eyes narrowed as he looked over the trio’s choice of outfits.

“Y/n, are those Charles’s cloud pants? Charles is that Max’s cap? And Max is that Charles’s Monza hoodie.”

The arguing that was beginning to build between the two male drivers suddenly stopped. Your eyes widened as you jerked your head toward them.

Sure enough, Charles’s hat was not bright red and it had the number 1 on it, something that Charles lost to Max in 2023. You leaned back to look at the hoodie Max was wearing, and indeed it had the iconic podium scene on the back of it. The two males looked toward your pants. The bright white clouds seemed to stare back at them.

“Uh, yes?” you asked. “But we share clothes all the time. It’s not a big deal.”

Max and Charles nodded before Charles was hit with a thought.

“Oh, chéri, I forgot to tell you that your dry cleaning was picked up a few hours ago and is back at the hotel,” he said as he looked at his phone, completely missing the six pairs of wide eyes that were now looking at him.

Max smirked as he leaned over and kissed the top of Charles’s head.

“Thank you schatje.”

This time, a whine came from you.

“I’m being left out,” you muttered, crossing your arms. However, the two were not having it and quickly brought you into their arms.

Lando stared, blinked, and stared some more before he rubbed his eyes. He completely believed that the three would disappear when his hands lowered, but he caught Max in the middle of kissing your lips.

“WHAT?”

You turned back to the group.

“Are you all fine?”

Lewis threw his hands up. “I’m done. Call me when we need to go to the media.”

The door opened quickly, allowing Lewis to slip out.

Pierre looked a bit pale. “What? When? Where? Why?”

Charles shrugged. “We’re together. After my championship. The hotel. We love each other.”

Daniel sighed. “So you’ve been together since 2022?”

Max rolled his eyes. “No.”

“But Charles just said his championship!” Oscar explained, hands outstretched.

It was your turn to smile. “His F2 championship. We’ve been together since 2017.”

A long sigh came from Lando. “I think I need to sit down.”

Daniel’s door swung back open, revealing Lewis once again. He also seemed out of breath. His hands were on his knees for a bit until he straightened back up.

“You’re telling me that you three have been together SINCE 2017!”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Pierre pouted. “But what about 2019?”

The three of you winced in a synchronized matter. With a quick look, Max was the one to sigh. His hands dug into the front pocket of the cozy, black hoodie.

“Long story short, we took a small break until Y/n won in Brazil. We all got our heads out of our asses and apologized.”

Oscar rose an eyebrow. “Then why haven’t you followed each other back on Instagram.”

A snort from you made the two men chuckle. You simply shrugged your shoulders.

“Too lazy? We don’t feel like breaking the internet.”

Lando took a seat on Daniel’s couch. “Why haven’t you told anyone?”

Charles ran a hand over his face. “Lando, we race in countries where people are killed for being homosexual. We can’t risk anything.”

The air suddenly took a solemn turn as the McLaren driver nodded, truly taking in the situation. Charles chewed his lip in anxiety, while Max picked at his fingers. You were looking at the group.

“You won’t tell anyone right?”

Suddenly, everyone felt bad for wanting to find out. They had pushed the three to confess something that they might not have wanted people to know about at that time. What a group of friends they were.

Lando hung his head. “We won’t. I’m sorry that we asked about it before you three were obviously ready to tell someone.”

Another snort left Charles’s lips as his hand rested on his mouth. Max had a shit-eating grin on his face, you had one to match.

Pierre looked at them with a skeptical expression. “Something to tell us?”

Max’s shoulders raised. “People know. You aren’t the first ones to know.”

Lewis sighed, shoulder sagging. George put a hand on the older Briton’s shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. Lando looked close to losing it. His hazel eyes narrowed at the trio.

“Then . . . who knows?”

Charles’s eyes looked up a bit as he started to count.

“Uh, Christian, Fred, Toto, Kimi.”

You pulled out his fingers and counted.

“Jensen, Mark, uh, Nico.”

Lewis looked like he wanted to pass out.

Max smirked.

“Oh, and Seb.”

There was silence amongst the group.

“Oh he is so dead.”

“Lando you can’t kill Seb!”

“Sorry Lewis, but this is his fault!”

“Calm down Lando. You’ll lose your seat.”

“Oscar, I just want to talk to Seb. Who has his phone number?”

“I am not giving you his number Lando.”

“I’m not asking you Lewis. Daniel, I know you have it.”

You smiled in Max and Charles’s arms as Lando started to get physical, trying to grab Daniel’s phone.

You leaned up, immediately being engulfed in Max’s aftershave. “Should we stop them?”

Charles leaned a bit forward to look at his two lovers. A soft smile formed on his face, before a smirk replaced it.

“Nah.”

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