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la douceur de lāĆ©tĆ© (lando/oscar, 34k, completed)
āAlright, okay,ā Lando says, slumping down a little theatrically. āSo youāre all just going to leave me down here to rot.ā
āNo one is leaving you to rot,ā George says, pinching the bridge of his nose.
āOh, so, what, are you going to carry me up the mountain then?ā Lando counters.
āIām not going to-ā George starts, but gets cut off by Oscar.
āI can stay.ā
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you love me (but you donāt know it yet) (lando/oscar, 34,5k, completed)
When they get to the McLaren motorhome, his PR rep is already waiting for him in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. āWe wouldāve preferred if youād told us about your boyfriend beforehand, Lando,ā she says, as they make their way inside, glancing at Oscar following behind them. āWe couldāve had some contingency plans in place.ā
āWell, I would have told you,ā Lando says, āI just didnāt know he existed until like 20 minutes ago.ā
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ghost of you (charles/max, 3,5k, completed)
āAll right, are you now finally ready to explain why four time world driver champion Charles Leclerc is currently in my living room?ā Max says, as Charles towels off his hair.
Charles pauses, lets the towel fall into his lap, stares at Max with wide eyes. āIām sorry, did you say four time?ā
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where i am going is right where i am (lando/oscar, 18k, completed)
Oscar, Lando likes to tell people, is a slow burn. Unremarkable at first. Almost a little boring. But then he wiggles your way into your life with his croissants and his soft little smiles and then one day you wake up and realize you would conquer worlds, slay dragons, eat spinach puffs, anything just to get him to look at you.
Max, on multiple occasions, has told him thatās a him problem and that not everyone experiences this around Oscar. Lando thinks Max is an idiot.
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sink your teeth into me (lando/oscar, 5k, complete)
āYeah,ā Oscar says, shrugs. āWould be better if it wasnāt so fucking orange, though.ā
āOscar,ā Lando tuts, heading for the door, back to his own driverās room. āWhereās your team spirit.ā
āDead,ā Oscar says, small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, gesturing at the orange coffin as if to say āget it?ā.
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love you with the lights on (lando/oscar, 28k, complete)
āI texted him,ā Lando says. āHe canāt have forgotten about me, I texted him, and he never texted back.āĀ
Ā Max shrugs. āMaybe he didnāt know what to say.Ā After all, how do you tell your fuck buddy that youāve accidentally gone out and acquired a baby?ā
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already home (lando/oscar, 32k, completed)
Lando takes a deep steadying breath. āI think I might be in love with Oscar.ā He says, and hates how immediately when he says the words, he knows itās true.
āRight,ā Max says, nodding. āAnd?ā
āWhat do you mean, āand?āā Lando says, a little outraged. āI canāt be in love with him! Weāre married! This is like, a disaster waiting to happen!ā
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this feels like falling in love (charles/max, 3k, completed)
Five kisses throughout their lives, and the one that started it all.
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thinkingĀ ābout your touch (oscar/lando, 2k, completed)
Landoās brain gets so occupied by the thought it shouldnāt come as a surprise really, when a few rounds later Oscar says, āDare.ā Lando blurts out, āLet me suck your dick.ā
Thereās a long, awkward silence in which they just stare at each other, Oscarās expression completely unreadable. āUh,ā he eventually says. āI think a dare is something Iām supposed to do.ā
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iāve tasted blood (and i want more) (oscar/lando, 5,5k, completed)
Lando grabs a pillow and hits him with it, while Oscar laughs loudly. His fangs are on full display, white and sharp and pretty. āYou know what I mean, you dickhead!ā
āYeah, I know what you mean,ā Oscar says, eyes twinkling. āYou want me to use you as a human Capri Sun. You know, like a weirdo.ā
āGod, youāre making this so much worse than it is,ā Lando says, burying his face in his hands. Itās. Well, itās embarrassing, but Oscar also hasnāt outright said no, so. You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pound. āSo, will you?ā And then, just in case, he adds. āSuck my blood?ā
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purring in my lap (ācause he loves me) (oscar/lando, 5k, completed)
The cat thing ends up getting sort of explained in Bahrain, when Lando walks into his driver room and finds a small orange cat sitting on his couch.
Oscarās cat, presumably.
And he kind of looks like Oscar, too. Slender, lean, and with a slightly grumpy, unimpressed expression on his face. It makes Lando laugh a little. Like owner, like pet, clearly. āShould I just call you Oscat, then,ā Lando jokes, giving the cat a little head scratch.
The cat, Oscat, stops rubbing at Landoās hand and just stares at him instead. Lando would almost say he was looking at him disapprovingly, but it is a cat, so heās probably just imagining things.
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glitch (charles/max, 26k+, completed)
Max hums. āWell, at least that means I wonāt bump into Charles Leclerc again.ā
āBummer, really,ā Daniel says, moving back to his own seat and drinking the little bit of coffee that was still in the cup. āCouldāve been the start of a great love story.ā
Lando snorts. āKids, it all started when I told your father, who had won two World Driver Championships at that point, that he sucked at driving.ā
Max sticks his middle finger up at them, and pulls his noise canceling headphones back over his ears. Only two hours left to go, he thinks, wistfully, and goes back to work.
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heart on your sleeve (charles/max, 5k, completed)
The thing about having a racing helmet that constantly displays your emotions for the whole world to see, is that you kind of get used to it after a while. These days Charles almost forgets itās even a thing. Almost. But then he goes and falls in love.
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youāll be alright (charles/max, 19k+, completed)
Charles is not an idiot. He knows thereās a part of him that has been at least a little bit in love with Max for as long as theyāve known each other. But heās always been able to shove it down. Burying it under rivalries and competitiveness until it was getting hard to differentiate between love and hate. And that had worked, for a really long time.
And then Max had to go and barge into his life and be really fucking cute with his baby.
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silly me (to fall in love with you) (charles/max,18k+, completed)
āWeāre not asking you to āwooā him,ā Christian says, looking pained at having to say the word āwooā, āWe just need others to think youāve wooed him.ā
āIām not following,ā Max says, frowning.
āA PR relationship,ā Poppy explains. āYou pretend to date, making the public think youāre all happy and in love. Then you reap the benefits of being in a relationship without actually having to put in the effort or work.ā
āAbsolutely not,ā Max says, crossing his arms over his chest. āThatās depressing, Iām not doing that.ā
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you can hear it in the silence (charles/max, 7k+, completed)
āThanks,ā Max eventually says. āFor letting me crash.ā
āYeah, yeah, we should definitely do this again sometimes,ā Charles says sarcastically, seeming to finally have woken up enough to actually get out of bed.
āNo fucking way, once is enough,ā Max says, because it sounds a lot better than āthis is the best Iāve slept in ages and I think it mightāve been because you were next to meā. āBesides. You snore.ā
Charles gasps and looks at Max. āI do not.ā
He doesnāt. But the complete outrage on Charlesās face is too good to tell him the truth. āOh, yeah, like a goddamn sawmill. Thought you were going to wake up the whole house.ā Max says, and then laughs when Charles lets out an indignant squawk and launches a pillow at his face.
Or, the five times Max and Charles accidentally fall asleep together, and the one time they do it on purpose.
