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the touch of a hand lit the fuse (of a chain reaction of countermoves) by mscppy
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
28 Mar 2026
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What is a better headline than "Home hero Oscar Piastri bottles the race before it begins"?
Well, probably a front page picture of him kissing his rival.
Or: Max decides it's a great idea to fake date their way out of annoying racing questions. Oscar isn't too sure - though he doesn't mind all the kissing.
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- Part 12 of my midnights
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29 Mar 2026
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If there's one person more tired of the Dutch national anthem in 2023, it's Max Verstappen, because unlike everyone else, he's heard it hundreds of times. Max is trapped in this endless grey Sunday at Silverstone where nothing ever changes. He races, he wins, he gets to the podium, they play the national anthem, rinse and repeat. It's its own kind of hell.
Until Oscar Piastri shows up, and it changes everything.
a Groundhog Day with racing autism or maxcar time loop AU
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- Part 3 of Formula supernatural
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26 Mar 2026
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She's wiping at her face with her hands. It's futile. He pulls up outside her building, and she's already reaching for the door handle with her dripping hand. She leaves behind a shiny wet spot. He turns off the car and reaches for his door as well.
Emma stares at him as he rounds the hood of his car toward her. “I'm—”
He doesn't know what she planned to say. Just pulls her close. Use my fucking shirt, he thinks, cupping the back of her head. Christ, he's lost it. But he's already here. So he presses her face to his chest so her tears soak into cotton. He'll wash it when he gets home. They were his tears anyway. He caused them, and he always cleans up his own messes.
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Brendon Park adds a new routine to his day.
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- Part 1 of your mess is mine (babyshark)
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22 Mar 2026
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“Y’know how it is,” he jerks his head to the side, and Oscar realises that he hasn’t looked him in the eyes once during this entire conversation. Avoiding. “Doesn’t exactly look good for me.”
“What doesn’t?” Oscar’s brows pull together, the back of his neck heating up. Swallowing, he goes to take a small step forward, to bridge the miles of distance between them, but he stops himself at the last second. Instead, runs his thumb nail over the pad of his pointer finger. Lets it carve into the pink skin.
Raising his hand, Lando flings it to the side, as if swatting away a particularly insistent fly.
“That you’re so, like. Beta.”
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Or: The entirely too self-indulgent WAG Omega Osc-fic of my dreams.
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17 Mar 2026
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Bearing Peace by VectorAlpha
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
18 Feb 2026
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At first, he lied to himself that this was only to keep the peace in the camp. His men already fighting each other to touch the Kingslayer—it needed to stop or there would have been bloodshed.
But when he approached, it was like he was bewitched, so strong was his need to go to him, to soothe his pain, to get as deep inside him as he could.
The Kingslayer welcomed him into his embrace with a whine and a whimper.
What was supposed to be desperate and violent turned loving and sweet. He was unable to do anything but follow the rhythm of sculpted hips and the grip of lovely thighs.
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10 Feb 2026