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Charles opens the door in his work out shorts and giant hoodie, half of his hair smooshed to the side of his head while the other sticks straight up. He's frantically trying to smooth it with one hand as he swings the door wide with the other, but gets distracted by Max standing there, red-cheeked and trying to pretend he isn’t panting.
The cloud of rainpancakesearthsyrup floods into his apartment, making Charles blink dazedly. It’s so fucking good. He can’t help but gasp a bit, surprised.
Max takes a final deep, almost heaving breath and shoots his arm out straight in front of him, a dark blue hoodie clenched in his fist. “Here.”
Charles doesn’t reach for it. He eyes Max, the sheen of sweat along his hairline, the fit of his relatively but not egregiously skinny jeans.
“Did you—did you run here?”
Max grimaces a little, then shrugs. “Brought this for you.”
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Charles has spent the last 28 years highly sensitive to smell, usually to the detriment of his own well-being. So what if Max’s presence—and scent—have always helped with that?
So what if this is the year Max finally notices?
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keep my eyes on the road as I ache
saltshaken
Charles has spent the last 28 years highly sensitive to smell, usually to the detriment of his own well-being. So what if Max’s presence—and scent—have always helped with that?So what if this is the year Max finally notices?
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“Let’s recap then- You admit that you and Charles Leclerc have been involved in a sexual relationship for the past two years. You describe this as a ‘long-term, exclusive, friends with benefits’ arrangement, in which you estimate you usually sleep with him at least twice a week. Oh, and in your own words, it’s 'complicated'. Does that cover everything you want to tell me Max?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake- yes, Gemma, that’s everything. Now will you please tell me what the fuck is going on?"
“I will, but I have one last question...When did you and Charles film the sex tape?”
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i love you) it's ruining my life
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Max is a race car driver. Charles is a movie star. They really shouldn't work, but they do.
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no brakes on
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Something ticked in Paul’s mind as the familiar words washed through him. When he looked at John, his friend was already looking at him. And suddenly, it all became clear: He remembered having that conversation more than 50 years ago. He remembered it too well.
He had been thinking about it for years, wondering what he should have understood, how he should have reacted. If it was as meaningful as it had felt or if his memory had just romanticized it.
“I don’t think a love like that obeys to any rules,” John went on, unaware of Paul’s agitation. “It’s not something that humans have created, not like a societal thing. It’s deeper than that, and that’s what some people are afraid of I guess, because they can’t control it. Whatever laws they create, they can never control it. A white lad will fall in love with a black girl.” He paused. “A lad with another lad. You know.”
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Summer 2019, 77-year-old Paul wakes up feeling surprisingly good. One tiny problem: he is back in December 1965.
PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS FIC ON ANY PLATFORM. DO NOT PUT IT ON GOODREADS, OR ON ANOTHER FANFICTION PLATFORM, PLEASE.
NO TRANSLATIONS EITHER, SORRY.Series
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On our way back home
Kathleenishereagain
Summary:Summer 2019, 77-year-old Paul wakes up feeling surprisingly good. One tiny problem: he is back in December 1965.
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The Domestication of Darth Vader by scaryhours
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
25 Dec 2022
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“He’s hungry,” Vader finally voices his thoughts after the lengthy period of silence when he was simply content to watch Obi-Wan handle Luke.
Obi-Wan can’t help but stare as Vader takes off his helmet, revealing unmarred skin save for the scar, the same handsome cut of his jaw, and unruly hair. It hurts to see harsh yellow eyes staring back at him instead of the soft blues he is used to.
He averts his gaze. He almost wishes Vader would put his helmet back on; it is easier not to think of him as Anakin that way.
“Feed him,” Vader says, pulling Obi-Wan's attention back to him.
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The Domestication of Darth Vader
scaryhours
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“He’s hungry,” Vader finally voices his thoughts after the lengthy period of silence when he was simply content to watch Obi-Wan handle Luke.Obi-Wan can’t help but stare as Vader takes off his helmet, revealing unmarred skin save for the scar, the same handsome cut of his jaw, and unruly hair. It hurts to see harsh yellow eyes staring back at him instead of the soft blues he is used to.
He averts his gaze. He almost wishes Vader would put his helmet back on; it is easier not to think of him as Anakin that way.
“Feed him,” Vader says, pulling Obi-Wan's attention back to him.