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“A–alpha,” he cried, the plea tearing out of him like it hurt. “Alpha, please—”
The room understood then—not just what he was, but how badly he was spiraling.He was young.
He was freezing.
And he was calling.
____________A bad race turns into a situation the grid can’t ignore. Long-kept truths start surfacing, and Max and Charles realize that surviving quietly might have been the most dangerous plan of all.
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- Part 1 of Secretly, Softly
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21 Feb 2026
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"We have to remember these days, there's no guarantee they will last forever" - Sebastian Vettel
Max Verstappen has had an amazing time in Formula One. His drive to win has brought him to the pinnacle of the 'pinnacle' of motor sport. But Seb was right. There is no guarantee. But for Max he only wants one thing.... to keep racing as hard and as fast as he can. The rest will sort itself out, right?
Wherein Max comes to a crossroad in his life.
(And wherein the author is bad at summaries)Series
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03 Feb 2026
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“Dudley’s daughter is magic.” He said, astonished by the very words. “She’s a witch.”
Petunia looked insulted. “She’s a Dursley!”Series
- Part 1 of there is time to kill today
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13 Aug 2025
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Очень глубокая постканоновская история.
Своего рода катарсис от всей ситуации с Дурслями и вдобавок, очень неплохой кейс-фик. -
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Where the fuck did the colonel find this kid?
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5 times Edward said 'I've had worse' and horrified his poor innocent coworkers with his Tragic Backstory and 1 time he wasn't able to (to everyone's relief).
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14 Apr 2025
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For the fisherman who dwells by the southern shore of Huang Zun, a few bits of driftwood can mean a pot of hot porridge. If the winds blow favorably, the sea’s spittle can even gift him enough wood to trade for a turnip or two. And so by dawn, he wanders out to greet the salt-laden winds. What his eyes cannot see, his feet and hands will find for him; little pieces of wood, clusters of clams, the shell of a crab. His hands find the dead man too, there on the shore of the crescent cove, amidst knots of rotted seaweed and driftwood.
Driftwood, he names him; the man with the bloodied mouth and the threadbare whispers of a heart still awake.
--For what it is worth, Li Lianhua lives.
Half a world away, Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing learn that some insights come far, far too late.
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05 Jul 2024