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The first thing Lewis thought when he saw the kid was, fuck, he’s fast. It didn’t matter though, because he was fighting Nico for the championship and Max was in Toro Rosso fighting for points, but then Lewis blinked and Nico was gone. Nico had won, waved a smug smile and a title in Lewis' face and dissapeared off the grid, leaving him with a teammate who was young, hungry, desperate, in their silver car wearing their white suit sporting their Mercedes logo as a last fuck you to Lewis. There, you lost, and you lost me too.
Or, Max goes to Mercedes for 2017
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07 Jun 2026
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Charles, a fighter pilot for the French-Monégasque Armée de l'Air, is also second in line to the Monégasque throne. And, so what, if he has a crush on Max Verstappen? Even as a tifoso? And, so what, if Max Verstappen just bought him a drink?
He's a trained, professional soldier who's done two tours in Afghanistan... He can be totally normal about this.
(He cannot, in fact, be normal about this)
(But that's okay, because neither can Max)
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04 Jun 2026
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Charles opens the door in his work out shorts and giant hoodie, half of his hair smooshed to the side of his head while the other sticks straight up. He's frantically trying to smooth it with one hand as he swings the door wide with the other, but gets distracted by Max standing there, red-cheeked and trying to pretend he isn’t panting.
The cloud of rainpancakesearthsyrup floods into his apartment, making Charles blink dazedly. It’s so fucking good. He can’t help but gasp a bit, surprised.
Max takes a final deep, almost heaving breath and shoots his arm out straight in front of him, a dark blue hoodie clenched in his fist. “Here.”
Charles doesn’t reach for it. He eyes Max, the sheen of sweat along his hairline, the fit of his relatively but not egregiously skinny jeans.
“Did you—did you run here?”
Max grimaces a little, then shrugs. “Brought this for you.”
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Charles has spent the last 28 years highly sensitive to smell, usually to the detriment of his own well-being. So what if Max’s presence—and scent—have always helped with that?
So what if this is the year Max finally notices?
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11 May 2026
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28 Mar 2026
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“In my humble opinion there’s only three things that men should be and that is bloody, slutty, and pathetic.” And, on a good day, Draco Malfoy can be all three.
When war heroine Hermione Granger and Azkaban-tattooed war criminal Draco Malfoy are forced to wed as part of Shacklebolt’s controversial Reconciliation Act, they openly fight the match and each other—their public brawls breathlessly reported by the press.
Secretly, a deeply traumatized Draco delights in Hermione’s attention and pines for a real marriage with her—even as her forced proximity to the Black family magic irritates the cursed scar Bellatrix left on her arm, reminding her why she can never truly trust or forgive him. Then Hermione discovers that Draco’s blood will soothe the scar . . . and Draco is willing to trade his blood for her body.
(With post-war blood purity politics, black market potioneers, Pansy Parkinson’s career advice, the Malfoys blackmailing Hermione’s Wizengamot opposition, BDE Neville Longbottom hunting Death Eaters, a slutty Theo Nott serving as Draco’s right-hand man, and Crookshanks loose in Malfoy Manor.)
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- Part 1 of THE BLOODY, SLUTTY, AND PATHETIC SERIES
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09 Mar 2026