Fallsirens
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The silence that washes over him as he passes the finish line is louder than any sound ever could’ve been. It feels like his heart is beating in his ears. The chequered flag gets waved by an actress whose name he can’t remember even though he’d been told several times. For a moment, it feels like his heart has stopped beating. Has he met her before? His hands are shaking on the steering wheel as he continues the lap, two left corners and then a right; the crowds in the stands blur into an amalgamation of red and blue and orange. He can hear them, he knows they’re all yelling, whether cheering him on or in frustration, in the end it doesn’t matter, because HE won.
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"Is Charles catching him or not?" Turns out that he is. Charles catches Lando and Max ends up becoming a five time world champion in Abu Dhabi 2025. A tense podium and way too many drinks later, they finally talk.
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14 Jun 2026
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“You are severely touch-starved Mr Leclerc," the doctor explained quietly, pushing the tissue box towards his patient. "You're the worst case I've ever seen, to be honest. Your body is screaming for physical affection, which causes this… heightened emotivity."
"Can I just have depression like normal people?" Charles asked, his voice breaking on the last syllable, as he grabbed a tissue from the box.
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Charles has a condition. He needs to be hugged as much as possible, otherwise he cries. Constantly. The paddock tries to help. Mysteriously, Max's hugs work much better than everyone else's.
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08 Jun 2026
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Charles draws his sword.
Max stares at him. "Here? Now?"
"Don't tell me you're scared to lose again," Charles mocks.
And, well, that just pisses Max right off.
Rival knights Max and Charles are set to compete in the most prestigious tournament in the kingdom. Fucking and fighting, as it turns out, are kind of the same thing.
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05 Jun 2026
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“Yes, I know you do,” Max croons, running his nose over Charles’ heated cheek, biting at the edge of his jaw. “Such a perfect toy for me. I love fucking you, baby, especially when you’re good and touch yourself when I tell you.”
“But I- I want-”
“Ah-ah.” Tenderly, Max slides his fingers into Charles’ hair and tightens his grip until Charles whimpers. “Who decides what you want?"
how long would you be able to stay good, hm?
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- Part 9 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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31 May 2026
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Charles had a front-row seat at the fatal crash of Max in Monaco, and was then forced to continue witnessing it - again and again, and again. The experience broke something in him and brought past memories to the top of his mind, and even when it was over, Charles' life was in pieces.
Who would have thought that being free from the cursed time loop was actually worse than living in it?
It took him by surprise, but perhaps it shouldn't have, that help came in the shape of Max.
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18 May 2026