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Rupert frowns at him, calculating, considering. “I’ll make you a deal, we can set up an IV here and we will sit and we will talk until the treatment is done. Or you can go to the medical delegate and let them decide what needs to be done.”
Max hesitates. He doesn’t know how sick he looks to someone who doesn’t know him. He’s not bad enough that they would be issued a race ban, right? But he also does not want to draw the FIA’s attention to his weight.
“Fine.”
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Max doesn't realize he's struggling until it nearly ruins his race. Rupert is determine to figure out what's going on. -
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Charles thumbs over the corner of his lips, smearing it lightly across his cheek, still faintly glossy with sunscreen. He’s a mess. Soft for him, only him, always him. “Look at me,” he croons, the hand in Max’s hair tightening to pull him off slightly.
Charles’ skin is so hot. Max’s hair keeps dripping cold little droplets on his thighs.
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Sundays on break are a special sort of novelty.
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Desperately, as much as he can with Charles’ digits between his lips, Oscar shakes his head.
“So sweet,” Charles praises, pinching Oscar’s tongue like it belongs to him. “I’d make you beg for it if I didn’t know it was no use.”
“Our shy baby,” Max follows up, fond and lovely even as his fingers spread out, stretching Oscar’s rim to its limit. “Always tongue-tied. Or maybe you’d rather use your tongue for nicer things?”
sometimes, oscar wonders why he keeps coming back to them. but then they remind him.
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- Part 11 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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The room was dim, the overhead lights off, only a small lamp glowing softly near the bed. Max stopped just inside the doorway.
The room smelt of bitter citrus peels, and the tang of salt. Max's nose crinkles at the scent of distress wafting off of the small figure on the bed.
Charles lay curled slightly on his side, knees drawn in, one arm tucked close to his chest. Too thin. Too still. There was a faint crease between his brows even in sleep, like his body didn’t know how to fully let go anymore. His hair looked limp, his eyes sunken. There were bruises visible on his skin, purple and yellow and green.
His other arm is curled protectively around his abdomen.
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After a nightmare about how his parents abandoned him in the woods, Wilbur is there to comfort Techno. The fae don't enjoy seeing what is theirs being hurt, after all.
SBI Whumptober prompts: Nightmares + Traumatic flashbacks
AI-less Whumptober prompts: PTSD + Truth serum + "Why wasn't I enough?"Series