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This is a convenience series for all my Game of Thrones stories, to make it easier to navigate among them and to subscribe for notifications just when I post GOT stories. All stories are standalone unless otherwise linked!
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NORRIS: Are you *eating*?
PIASTRI: Am I-? Of course not.
NORRIS: Is it good?
PIASTRI: Focus, Lando. No other cars around. Leclerc ten seconds behind, slow lap. After Leclerc is Tsunoda, timed lap, Turn 13.
Let’s do a quick one.
NORRIS: On it. Bon appetit, Piastri. [static, a gasp] Pastry!Or, Oscar is Lando's new race engineer for the 2024 season, and they stumble into a coworkers with benefits situation. And then things just keep getting more and more complicated-- but hey, the season is going pretty well!
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i’m going back to 505 (if it’s a seven hour flight or a forty five minute drive) by julodinae_sunsets
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
16 Mar 2026
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There’s a weird moment then, where Max does put the jacket on, and then kind of just– deflates into it. Realistically, Daniel isn’t that much larger than him, but he likes his clothing a bit oversized, and it settles nicely around Max. They look at each other, and Max’s eyes go a bit half-lidded with what looks like contentment. Daniel tells himself he must just be finally warm, and ignores the matching feeling in his own chest.
Daniel never does get his jacket back. He doesn’t mind for some reason.
(Or: Daniel tries to court Max by accident, stops himself because Max is a beta and doesn't even know what he wants, and then finds out neither of those things are true. Well. Second chances, right?)
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When the flower shop owner sweeps his fingers through his hair, he nearly knocks the flowers tucked behind his left ear off; he spends a fussy moment readjusting them with both hands. “I don’t need to be rescued. Especially not by a stranger.”
Sheesh. Touchy.
But since Dean would have flashed fangs if anyone had thought he couldn’t take care of his own damned self, he can’t be throwing any stones. He shrugs—big and exaggerated, both hands up. "Not sayin’ you did. Look, not your fault that God put alpha brains at the base of their dicks."
The lowered blue eyes snap back to his. Flower Boy inhales with his lips parted, all pretense at not sniffing Dean out gone, and his eyes go wider.
Dean might not dress or act or look like any kind of sweet little omega, but he knows just what he smells like: really fucking inviting.
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