Las aventuras de ManoloPro en Ao3
Más o menos mucho F1
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Alpha.
Max nearly choked.
No! Absolutely not.
...or in which Max's Omega has some very, very different views of a fellow driver.
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Lando attaches the blushy, pouty photo and sends it, then locks his phone and drops it onto the carpet beside him, staring up at the ceiling.
There’s a pause, stretching suspiciously long.
A faint click echoes through the call. Mute. Then unmute again.
“Sorry,” OP says when he comes back, his voice rougher now. “Thought someone was at the door.”
Or: Lando loses an F1 championship and signs up for a charity Minecraft speedrunning tournament to cope with his existential crisis. Turns out his coach, faceless speedrunning champion OP81, might be a bit of a fanboy.
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Lando’s been using phantom touch on his soulmate for ages—small things, harmless things, just enough to keep himself entertained. A tap here, a brush there. Nothing serious.
Until one painfully boring debrief, he decides to tickle them.
Across the room, Oscar Piastri chokes, jerks, and falls clean out of his chair.Lando suddenly isn’t bored anymore.
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George has always been fond of humans, even though he had been warned a thousand times not to let them get close. But one mistake led to another, until he found himself tangled too deeply.
Max was tired, thirsty, and sick of hiking, but he never expected to encounter a stranded wood witch in the middle of nowhere.
Oscar is stuck in the whirlwinds of the choices he made out of desperation and love. Now, there is no way back.
As time stretches and bends, places shift, a witch tries to remain loyal to his beliefs, his clan, and protect those dearest to him.