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jellycrusher · 5 months

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Wolves and Lambs: Part 3

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Synopsis: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 3.9k

Chapter’s Premise: "You are his mate."

Taglist: @laura-naruto-fan1998 @fanboyluvr @giffywiffy3408 @notyouraveragemochii @cmleitora @exotic-iris13 @topguncultleader @mirrorball-6 @barcelonaloverf1life @silscintilla

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

"Mom, how did you know Dad was The One?"

"I just knew. Your dad was a mighty Alpha, someone who commands attention and respect with every step. Out of everyone I've dated, his pheromones were the only one that affected me to such great extent. Turns out he felt the same way with my pheromones."

"Pheromones?"

"Oh my dear y/n. My sweetheart. Someday you'll know in your heart when you meet the right person."

The sound of the V6 engine. Crowds going wild. The feeling of starting on the front row. Red lights go one by one. It's a rush. Nothing can beat this.

Max was quick to snatch the lead from you on Turn 1. Charles also proved he was a tough act to beat. Ferrari's car was faster on the straights but Aston Martin has amazing rear grip during high speed corners.

And for this track with 4 long straights, fast straight line speed was needed. Even with DRS to assist you, you couldn't keep up with Charles. It was degrading your tire too much.

By lap 35, you descended to P12 after a horrific slow pit stop of 3.4 secs. The pressure got to you and you were about to radio-in your frustration but you were also quick to clear your mind.

Y/N: "What is the gap to the car ahead, Ben?!" Ben: "Albon ahead by 2 secs, then Gasly by 4 secs." Y/N: "All on old tires?"

Ben: "Confirm."

You quickly maneuvered your way on the first chicane going on the inside, easily overtaking Albon and Gasly. You gave everything that you can to battle it out with the Mercedes pair. Russell locked up and you took this opportunity to go for wide and overtake. You were in DRS range of Hamilton during the straight and you went for it as you both take the corner.

The remaining laps felt like an eternity. The confidence you had on your car the past few days didn't translate to today's race. Pre-season testing and Qualifying laps were different. Back then, you were getting a feel on the car without actually pushing it to the limit. But now? It's like getting an expensive exclusively tailored running shoe and using it for a marathon after only practicing with it for a few days.

Everyone had their difficulties on the first track of the season since this will be the first time these cars will be tested against each other's. These are experienced drivers. Driving in F2 compared to this is a whole different story.

And then the race ended much quicker than you've anticipated.

As much as you wanted a podium on your first race, it didn't happen. You were grateful to have gotten the pole position during qualifying but you repeat to yourself that P5 on your first race isn't bad. You could've given more but you aren't attuned to the car just yet. It'll get there.

You halt your car at parc ferme along with the other drivers. As you crawl and lift yourself up out the cockpit, the other drivers went on to congratulate you. Pierre and Alex were so quick to put their arm on your shoulders after you removed your helmet and balaclava.

"That was some amazing driving!"

"You got some moves, y/l/n!"

Both cheered at the same time and Pierre even rustled your hair. Yuki and Esteban joined them in congratulating you. Even the elder drivers such as Lewis and Fernando were amused at the camaraderie you've built with the other drivers.

Max was also able to notice your closeness with the other drivers from where he was standing. He had already celebrated with his mechanics and is just waiting at the side to wait for his turn while Carlos is being interviewed for finishing third.

He doesn't usually make a lot of effort to befriend any rookie but it left a bad taste on his tongue knowing that he's the only one you're not in good terms with. His friends are a good judge of characters and seems to be enjoying your company. Being the competitive person that he is, surely it won't be that hard to make you see him as a friend.

After the podium celebration and media commitments, you were summoned back to the hospitality and had a debriefing with the whole team. Datas upon datas are presented on the screen. The team discussed what worked and what didn't work during the whole race weekend.

Fernando praised how technically involved you are with the team for the car's development. In this line of work, you can't be too critical of yourself or else, it might even negatively affect your performance. P5 was a feat worth celebrating.

You ask Megan if you could stay for a bit inside the room to re-watch your race. Your notebook is your only company while you endlessly analyze every bit of your race.

It was enlightening and relaxing after an hour of working alone in the de-briefing room of the Aston Martin hospitality. You bid goodbye to the other mechanics and engineers that were still in the garage and walked across the paddock to your car.

You see, in the paddock, all hospitalities are arranged closest to farthest from the entrance based on your place in the championship last season. It's a given that the race leaders (Red Bull, Ferrari, and Mercedes) are the ones near the entrance. The midfield teams and back markers are at the end

A real Walk of Shame.

But with Alonso's and Lance's help last year, Aston Martin has now become part of the mid-field and a contender for being frontrunner.

You passed by the Ferrari hospitality when you heard Charles' voice calling out your name. He runs to catch up to you and matches your pace.

"Didn't expect you to stay behind as well." Charles called.

"I wasn't satisfied with my performance." You huffed.

"That was one of the best rookie performances on an opening race I've seen so far. Don't be too hard on yourself." He voiced. "Have fun! It's nerve-wracking but one of the best experiences you'll ever feel." Charles pats your head gently.

"You're right. I'm actually having fun looking at the reactions of the boys whenever I beat them." You joked.

"As harsh as it sounds, I'm glad there's a healthy rivalry between you and the grid. Anyways, how will you get back to the hotel?" Charles asked.

"I brought a car. How about you?"

Charles just grinned and chuckled without saying a word. As if waiting for a response.

You come to a realization on what he was hinting. "Do you want to hitch a ride with me?"

Charles did a poor attempt of a wink and did a thumbs-up gesture. You almost snorted in amusement because the man could not wink properly at all. Thank God, he's good-looking.

"As long as I'm driving." You suggest and Charles hitched a breath. "No arguments or else, I'm leaving you here." You looked around at an almost empty paddock.

He contemplated for a minute. "Fine. Just for the record, I am against this and I wanted to be a gentlemen. You owe me a car ride but next time, you're my passenger." Charles gave in and didn't insist.

"Deal."

The drive to the hotel was short but it didn't feel awkward at all. Charles was such a goofball especially when he opened the window and stuck his head out to scream. Clearly, he was on a high for bagging a podium.

There was a brief moment where you and Charles' eyes met. It was actually comforting, rather than awkward. He was comfortable being goofy around you and you were grateful that somehow this moment made you forget how you were beating yourself up because of the race result.

Charles turns up the speaker after he connects it to his phone and even invites you to sing out loud to As It Was by Harry Styles. He bobs his head so hard and screamed every lyrics out the window. You've seen the reactions of some of the people you've passed by. They're either weirded out by a strange man screaming his lungs out or amazed after they've recognized that it was the Charles Leclerc.

A crowd of people were waiting outside the hotel, screaming and cheering when you and Charles arrived at the hotel lobby. Charles waved at them and you dropped the car key to the valet. His fans were screaming his name in a deafening manner.

Charles walked towards them to sign a few merch items that the fans were holding out.

Somebody screamed out your name and it made you stop in your tracks from entering the lobby. It didn't occur to you that you would have fans this early in the season. You were just a rookie. Still a nobody.

Charles also called out your name and pointed at your fans when you turned.

Two small kids and their mom were screaming your name, beaming with joy. As you go near them, you stretched out your hand to take the shirt they're holding that visibly shows your number.

The kid was so adorable when she saw you signing her shirt. She was grinning from ear to ear, bouncing up and down while tugging her mother's shirt.

"She's a massive fan. She said she wanted to be like you when she grows up." Her mother leans slightly forward to whisper.

"Thank you so much! That's such a high honor." You replied as you knelt down and ruffled the kid's hair. "Did you watch my race?"

The kid aggressively nods. "Yes. You were great! I couldn't take my eyes off you from the screen. I promise to watch your race every time!"

"Well, then I promise that you have something worth watching for." You hand back the shirt to the kid and stood up.

Charles was done taking photos and signing stuff for the fans at the same time you were walking back to the lobby.

"Thanks for the ride! I enjoyed it." Charles turns to you after entering the lobby.

"Just rate your Uber Driver 5 stars please." You chuckle. "I enjoyed it too. You're my favorite passenger so far."

Charles was about to talk but was cut by Carlos who suddenly appeared beside him, arms crossed on his chest. You notice that he wasn't aware of your presence yet.

"Hey Charles! Why did I hear from your manager that you refused to use the car back to the hotel? You left it in the parking lot at the --"

Carlos choked at the sudden slap on his back by Charles. "Really? I wasn't aware that we had a car for me." Charles nervously muttered.

The poor man was confused at Charles' deflection but realized straight away when he noticed you watching the two of them. He stood straight up and waved at you.

"Hey Carlos! I brought back your partner in one piece. He hitched a ride with me." You cackled.

"Did he go crazy again? Turned up your speakers on max?" he asks.

"YES! He was a great passenger though." You beamed.

"Hear that? I was a 5-star passenger." Charles puffed out his chest.

"Yes, yes. Mate, you're late for dinner." Carlos said as he pats Charles' shoulder.

"Oh right!" Charles gasped. "Thank you again for the ride. If you need a driver, don't hesitate to contact me. Okay?" he adds as he slowly walk away with Carlos. You nod and gleamed in return.

It was a peaceful walk back to your room. The thrill of your first F1 race was slowly dying down. You weren't as dejected as you were a few minutes ago. Thanks to all the people who were supporting you.

Your phone buzzed as you exit the elevator. You pull it out from your pocket and saw an unexpected name.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: Hi Y/n! I just would like to congratulate you for a great race. I saw some of the highlights in the cooldown room.

Aston Martin Y/N: Thank you Max. You too, congratulations on P1!

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: So I guess you also have a team dinner?

Aston Martin Y/N: Just a simple one here at the hotel. Nothing too fancy.

Aston Martin Y/N: I'm sure Red Bull would celebrate your win.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: I didn't want to but Christian insisted. They've started to open the champagnes. Checo also brought some tequila.

Aston Martin Y/N: Tequila as a post-race reward actually sounds good right now

You assumed that was the end of your conversation but it also surprised you that it continued to go on. You were even replying to his messages during your team dinner.

Max was surprisingly easy to talk to. He could throw very hilarious jokes and even shared some memes with you that some fans have made from the Bahrain GP. The one that got you on a chokehold was a meme of George during the driver's parade. A true meme king. You almost snorted out your nose the water you were drinking while you were checking your phone.

Your constant exchange of banters with Max went on even during the two week break until the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix. You haven't yet talked to him personally outside of the phone conversations. It was easier this way. If only his scent wasn't a cause of your torment, you and Max could even be better friends.

Good thing that almost all of the drivers were so busy with media commitments come Wednesday of the Saudi Arabia GP. Even if you enjoy being text mates with Max, you still felt the need to avoid him.

In contrast with what you feel, you find yourself checking your phone almost every hour to see if you've gotten a message. It was quiet.

"How many times have I seen you checking your phone today? Are you waiting for a text?" Oscar asks as he walks with you through the paddock.

"Nah. I don't know. Kinda feels weird my phone is quiet. Must be busy." You murmured. "I heard Lando saying that you have New York Cheesecake for dessert. Can you spare some for me? Steal some from the Mclaren hospitality? Pretty please?" You hide your phone in your pocket and gestured puppy eyes at Oscar while tugging his shirt.

"Geez, you're such a sweet tooth. Fine, I'll steal some and deliver it to your garage later." Oscar replied. He effortlessly leans his arm on your head and teases you.

"Thanks Mom!" You skipped in joy.

"You have to stop calling me that. If that gets out, the people in the internet will surely start making memes of me as Mom Piastri." He jokes.

"That doesn't sound too bad, Mom." You teased the Australian Driver.

Max just got out of the Red Bull hospitality with his physio when he quickly noticed the two of you meters away from him. He takes note of how often he sees you in such a sunny disposition with the other drivers. He wanted to take out his phone and text you right then but was interrupted when his physio called him out.

It's finally race week!

The pace of your car was wonderful during FP1 and FP2 on the first day. There were no issues and the car was enjoyable to drive. You always land in P2 to P4, and it made you confident going into FP3, qualifying and the race.

However, something felt a bit odd on the second day.

Y/N: "There's a bit of a smell. A strange smell coming from the car. Is something wrong?" Ben: "Okay, we'll have a look." Y/N: "Doesn't feel different when driving but can you please double check?" Ben: "Nothing's coming up on our monitors. You can continue." Y/N: "Copy."

This started during FP3 but thankfully, you were able to finish it with no issues.

During Q1, things started to reach a decrescendo. Even the commentators were starting to get uneasy with how many reports you were giving back to your engineer.

Y/N: "My downshifts are really, really bad." Ben: "Standby." Y/N: "They're just super long. The whole downshift procedure." Ben: "Is there a specific corner?" Y/N: "The last corner is fucked up."

What happened on Q2 was the one that takes the cake. It ended your qualifying stint before you even had the chance to get everything out of the car.

Y/N: "Uhh I have a problem. Engine. Engine Problem. It's almost not accelerating." Ben: "Ok. Understood y/n. Well, we'll do what we can. We're happy for you to try and limp home, if possible."

"Traumatic twist that no one saw coming. The dominant Aston Martin car could not complete Qualifying. and y/n will have to fight through from 15th at best." Brundle commentates.

You went back to the hotel feeling dejected and almost wanted to stay cooped up in your room but the boys were so eager for you to join them for a short game night.

The boys were so chaotic playing Overcooked 2 in Lando's room. Yuki and Pierre were screaming at each other on whether they should throw the burgers their avatars were holding or place it on the counter, while Lando and Alex were bickering and laughing while they figure out how to maneuver their avatars.

"I could use some stress reliever. Thank you." You said as you nudge Oscar's side.

"We all needed it." Oscar replies.

Oscar was quick to react when a knock was heard on the door. He ran to get it and came back with Charles and Max following behind.

"Max, such a surprise to see you here!" Alex calls out Max while his eyes are still glued to the screen.

"I begged for him to come." Charles gleefully pats Max's chest and sat beside Alex.

Max sees you standing on the other side of the bed near Pierre and Yuki. You wave at him and he waves back. This was the first time you've interacted with him this weekend.

The first game ended and the boys gave the controllers to the rest of the group. Oscar sat beside you while Charles and Max sat together.

Charles suggested that they change teammates since Charles and Max's team usually wins during game night. As a handicap, Charles would be your teammate and Oscar would be with Max.

You laugh at the suggestion because when Oscar sat down beside Max, he reverted back to his introverted self. He wasn't as close with Max unlike with the others. He looked like a scared little lamb.

Charles was hilarious all throughout the game. He was even more riled up than you. You let him shout the steps to you while you concentrate on finishing the tasks.

Oscar was doing good with Max. They were bickering like kids but they were able to finish the task better than you and Charles. Max was now standing and focusing on the screen like nothing else mattered.

Everyone was basically cheering and screaming at this point. It wouldn't be a surprise if somebody reported a noise complaint.

At the end of the night, everyone bid goodbye to Lando and Oscar and walked back to the elevator together.

"I'm glad you had fun." Max whispers as he leans closer to you. Both of you were at the back of the group.

"I didn't expect for you to join us but I'm glad you did. Now we have the right amount of people to play the game." You replied.

"Oh right..." Max pauses. "Well, I'm glad I came."

Everyone got in the elevator with you being the last one to enter. The boys were still chatting with each other as you were looking at the screen at the side which says the floor. It dinged on the next floor and a group of five entered.

The other 6 drivers were now quiet while the five strangers were chatting. All of you got pushed back and you were now leaning hard against Max who was behind you.

You try your best not to be nervous at the sudden close proximity between you and the dutch driver. Your body burns at the sensation of his hands at your waist trying to steady you after you waddle out of balance when another person got inside the elevator, further pushing you against Max.

Max noticed a sweet scent within the elevator. Probably from the other people who just came in, he thought. However, when his face got close to backside of your neck, the scent got stronger. He can't help but be drawn to the succulent scent you're emitting from your nape.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt Max's breath brush against your skin. You could almost feel Max's chest purring against your back.

Max's scent was also starting to change and you were the only one to notice it. The scent emitting from him was sweet and musky. You could almost whimper at how ambrosial it smells. There was no sense of fear, but pure elation.

The other drivers were blissfully unaware of the tension building up between you and Max as they chat away with the others. You also see Charles joking around with Alex and Pierre.

Max felt your knees buckle slightly and his hands that were on your waist steadies you. Unaware of his surroundings, he continues to take in your delectable scent.

"Stop it, Max..." You whisper, careful not to let anyone else hear you but Max.

He was getting drunk with your scent. It was making him dizzy and he couldn't get enough of it. Like a bee being attracted to a flower's nectar.

His fingers on either side of your waist were now starting to bore into your skin. His growls were now getting slightly audible. The other drivers faintly heard it and were starting to notice a sweet scent as well but didn’t actually realize those were coming from you two. You gripped his right wrist but it didn't even faze Max.

It took him out of his trance when you nudged his stomach with your elbow after you heard the elevator ding and the strangers exited. You stride to the side beside Yuki, and Max steps away opposite to you.

No one could describe what happened between you and Max in that elevator. It left the both of you flushed and panting. Your minds lingering on each other's touch. Eyes glued to each other's gaze.

One by one, the drivers stopped at their respective floors. Leaving you and Max to be the last one left in the elevator. Max's eyes never left you. You avoid his gaze and frantically pressed the elevator button.

Max makes his way to you and slaps his hand on the wall next to you, pinning you in position by his proximity. Completely towering over you.

"Care to explain what happened?" Max grumbled, fighting through his daze.

"I don't know what you mean." You whimpered.

"I'm not stupid. Your smell..." Max slowly leans his face near the crook of your neck. He growls under his breath after one whiff of your scent. "Unlike any pheromones I've smelled."

Max was now burying his face in your neck. You notice the screen on the wall about to stop on your floor. "Max!" You push him slightly, freeing yourself away from him.

You stepped out of the elevator, fighting for your life to stay sane and not get affected by Max's scent. Max's eyes were droopy and his lips were glistening.

Max had no control over his body. He was frustrated that he wasn't able to stop you from fleeing away from him. The farther you ran away, the more his daze faded. The doors of the elevator were now closed and continued to ride up the building.

He knew exactly what had happened. He heard about this from Checo and his parents. There was no denying that you were an Omega and the reason why the both of you had felt that way earlier was because the two of you were fated to meet.

You are his mate.

Next part: Part 4

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onboardsorasora · 7 months

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I see that you are a dewis connaisseur as well, so I was wondering if you have any fic suggestions or any authors that write about Dewis that you know of? I feel like a drug addict in desperate need of a fix.

Thank you in advance☺️

Hiii Anonstie! So, I literally just went straight to my bookmarks lmao. I will admit, that I haven't read any new Dewis lately, and thats on me- I've been distracted with writing lol. BUT!!! Here's a lovely list, I truly hope I linked everything correctly. I know dr3writings put out something recently as well, that I plan to check out- I already know its good Hopefully the formatting doesnt get messed up, but I mainly hope I've provided something you haven't read as yet! <3

Aloha - The Art of Saying Hello and Goodbye by WaitingtoBloom Words: 16,210 Daniel travels to Hawaii in an attempt to shut out the world and find his bearings after a tumultuous start to the season, but Formula 1 ends up finding him anyway in the form of one Sir Lewis Hamilton.

Active Love by f1errari Words: 1,638 Daniel grins, one eye closes, he forgot how sharp the sun is at home but he looks at Lewis anyways who smiles softly and tips Daniel’s cap down just a little, Daniel scrunches his nose up in response but opens his eyes ‘well, let’s hope it goes better then last time huh’ - (aka Daniel thinks about Lewis a lot and how good they are together before the 2022 Australian gp)

wrapped in gold by Anonymous Words: 1,162 Daniel had gotten the address from the photographer he’d messaged on Instagram. She’d said it’s beautiful and Lewis trusts her judgment, he’s not all that familiar with the area in the summer anyway.

Love, In All the Hard Places to Reach by IICarpeDiemII for toastandvegemite (Restricted) Words: 15,270 Daniel’s been living on his own for almost a decade. He’s forgotten how it is to live with other people. He’s forgotten how hard it is to hide things from someone you’re sharing the same bed with.

it's not a crime to steal from a thief by Anonymous Words: 1,228 Max is still celebrating when Lewis posts the photo with the caption: You win some, you lose some. Today, I won.

one bright moment by pronoe for Gertika (Restricted) Words: 1,345

Daniel wins the race, Lewis wins the championship, they kiss in parc fermé.

loved you for years by Anonymous

Words: 1,665

“Now that you’re back at Red Bull, will we see a mating announcement between you and Max? You two have always been so close.”

And in that moment Daniel knows, his mate at home isn't going to be thrilled with that question.

I've had the time of my life (and I owe it all to you) by Danubius

Words: 2,147 Daniel realized he shared his bathroom's wall with his negihbor after a long shift at work, when he heard the singing from the other side, and singing back seemed like a good idea.

He didn't think things would escalade so quickly from there.

let's just dance by dr3writings

Words: 1,374 “You done with your work?” he mumbles, leaning further into the solid body behind himself and feels a light exhale on his neck that makes him shiver pleasantly.

“Yep, just in time too I saw,” Daniel whispers, the song still playing on repeat in the background and his fingers have started tapping out the beat lightly against Lewis’ stomach without a conscious thought.

can't stand the heat by @toastandvegemite (Restricted)

Words: 2,839

Lewis is most irresistible Alpha on the grid. Daniel is the most untameable Omega.

It should be a match made in heaven, but for some reason Lewis is determined to resist Daniel’s charms.

#dewis #dewis writing #dan/lewis #anonymous #answered #fic recs #fic rec

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swedesinstockholm · 3 months

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14 décembre

pas un seul moment de mélancolie à reporter depuis hier, je sais pas ce qu'il s'est passé, j'ai eu une espèce de déclic. ce que je sais: j'ai définitivement tué la delulu. il suit une musicienne sur ig qui joue des trucs bizarres au synthé et dans certaines vidéos on l'entend parler et elle est un peu bizarre et pas très jolie et il adore tout ce qu'elle fait et je sais pas, c'est con de dire ça et de penser ça comme ça, en ces termes-là, mais ça m'a fait voir la réalité en face. j'ai vu comment il pouvait possiblement me voir. et j'ai accepté. et puis ce matin j'ai vu un post de rebeka warrior qui annonçait la sortie de son ep avec claire ottaway et omega qui sont tous les deux autistes et elle dit que quand ils se sont rencontrés ç'a été le coup de foudre et je me suis demandé si j'étais claire ottaway et r. c'était rebeka. mais non, claire ottaway est claire ottaway et r. est r. et je suis moi et puis c'est tout. je suis moi et on s'en fout.

18 décembre

j'ai rêvé que j'allais à mon rdv chez le dr. r. avec ma couette, je m'allongeais confortablement sur son bureau en me couvrant avec ma couette et ça le faisait rigoler. chez j. à paris j'ai rêvé que jenna lyons me lavait les cheveux et ça voulait dire quelque chose de très spécial mais je sais plus quoi. je dormais sur le canapé avec m., j'ai lu son texte dans le bus hier parce qu'évidemment quand elle l'a lu à la librairie j'ai pas réussi à écouter ce qu'elle disait, et dans son texte elle se genre en non-binaire mais tout le monde disait elle ce weekend. elle raconte qu'elle s'est coupé les cheveux courts et qu'elle vole les habits de ses amants (c'est rigolo parce que dans mon texte je parle de mes amantes mais les miennes sont imaginaires) et qu'elle s'achète des chemises d'homme qui se boutonnent de l'autre côté. elle est accordéoniste professionnelle et elle donne des cours d'accordéon à des enfants mais elle en a marre de faire ça parce qu'elle aime pas les enfants. alors elle se sent un peu coincée parce qu'elle sait pas quoi faire à la place et comme elle est fonctionnaire elle touchera pas le chômage si elle part. on a discuté du travail dans le métro et elle disait que tous les gens qu'elle connaissait étaient un peu devant le même dilemme: être malheureuse au travail ou être pauvre.

j. fait un truc de gestion-comptable dans un grand groupe immobilier. elle a fait des études de lettres à la sorbonne comme moi mais au lieu de laisser tomber son master pour faire un séjour en clinique psychosomatique puis partir en islande pour faire de l'art qui sert à rien elle a fait un master de gestion en parallèle de son master littéraire, to be on the safe side, et maintenant elle a un job bien payé un appart à paris avec un balcon dans lequel elle habite avec sa copine elle a publié un recueil de poésie et elle co-dirige une revue littéraire. elle a bien pris le tournant. l'autre jour m. disait que moi j'avais pas mal tourné, j'avais juste jamais tourné du tout. ça m'a un peu vexée. j'aurais préféré mal tourner, c'est plus intéressant.

s. qui co-dirige la revue avec elle est doctorant, il vient d'une longue lignée d'universitaires aussi bien du côté de sa mère que du côté de son père (ça me fascine), il a fait l'ens et en ce moment il fait une pause dans sa thèse parce qu'il a reçu une bourse pour faire des recherches sur la poésie visuelle et concrète à londres. le reste du temps il enseigne le français dans une boarding school chic avec des maisons avec des blasons comme à poudlard dans le village natal d'ed sheeran. c'était sa petite anecdote rigolote. sa copine habite dans un manoir avec une piscine au milieu de londres. il parlait beaucoup, il était très à l'aise, il prenait beaucoup de place et il prononçait les mots anglais avec un accent anglais très prononcé.

plus je les écoutais parler, plus je me rendais compte que, malgré ma situation infortunée et la brièveté de mes études, j'étais tout à fait à leur niveau. intellectuel je veux dire. je connaissais les choses dont ils parlaient, je connaissais les mots grecs et latins qu'agitait s. pour mettre sa culture en étalage, je parle quatre langues et un peu plus, j'ai voyagé, ça va. quand on est allé boire un verre après la lecture, l. discutait des nouveaux mots qu'elle avait découvert dans mes poèmes avec ses deux amis du master de création littéraire de paris 8, ils portaient tous les deux une veste en cuir et ils se la frottaient l'une contre l'autre pour voir laquelle crissait le plus. celui qui ressemblait à robert pattinson avec son air paumé et ses cheveux décoiffés avait un livre gallimard de patrick modiano qui dépassait savamment de la poche de sa veste en cuir. il était bibliothécaire. quand un vendeur de roses est passé à notre table il a nonchalamment négocié une rose rouge à deux euros pour l'offrir à l. je sais pas pourquoi pendant un quart de seconde je me suis dit qu'il allait me l'offrir à moi.

et donc il me demandait ce qu'étaient les champs phlégréens et celui avec la veste en cuir noire me demandait ce qu'était la diapause et pourquoi j'avais choisi le mot mégalithe et pas monolithe (parce que c'est pas le même mot??) et comme je les faisais deviner robert pattinson a proposé qu'on devine chacun une définition et quelqu'un a lu le passage de mon poème où je dis que je suis en pyjama en diapause comme les morses et les papillons, pour donner le contexte, et je me suis sentie très vulnérable et exposé en entendant mes mots dans la bouche de quelqu'un d'autre. j'ai zéro pudeur ni sentiment de vulnérabilité quand je lis moi-même mes textes, mais dès que j'ai plus le contrôle dessus, ça fait bizarre. et puis robert pattinson a sorti sa liste de mots obscurs sur son téléphone pour continuer le jeu et je pensais à c. et à son cours de français de vieux réacs où chaque semaine quelqu'un doit apporter un mot compliqué pour en faire deviner sa signification. s. en faisait des tonnes avec les racines grecques en gesticulant beaucoup et moi je les écoutais en silence avec un léger sourire, savourant ma présence au sein du groupe.

quand les deux garçons en veste de cuir sont partis j'ai discuté avec l. et elle m'a fait lire le poème qu'elle voulait envoyer à la revue mouche, on l'a lu ensemble sur son téléphone et on a discuté du thème bizarre et je l'ai encouragée à l'envoyer parce que je le trouvais vraiment bien. elle a 26 ans. on discutait de notre âge en mangeant nos sandwiches halloumi falafel après et m. disait qu'elle était persuadée comme moi qu'elle allait peaker à quarante ans, mais que ça commençait quand même à se rapprocher maintenant et qu'elle devait un peu se dépêcher si elle voulait arriver au sommet. mais elle a que 32 ans donc moi je trouve que ça va elle a le temps. on était plus que toutes les quatre et sans la présence d'égo de mâle encombrant j'étais déjà beaucoup plus bavarde.

#stuff

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beautifulbitch-2 · 1 year

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Wolf Cabin @ Parc Omega-Montebello, Québec-

Panoramic bay windows offer unrestricted views of these incredible canines. You get to know the wolf pack from the comfort of your room!

#intimacy #because white #beautiful creatures #dream vacations #new bucket list destinations

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engineers-curry · 2 years

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I think u dropped this 👑👑

No but seriously I loved that Drabble. Hidden omega George is such a good concept and you write it so well I can’t even put it in words ahhhh

Would love to hear more details if ur feeling up to it 👀👀

Ah thank you 🥺💖

So basically, it's hot and humid as fuck after the race and George feels dizzy. He thinks at first it's just the usual post-race Singapore feeling, that he didn't drink enough but a few mechanics that help him climb out give him already funny looks.

And George just assumes they are pissed too with the race but he doesn't know that he's kind of already entering a pre-heat state from all the stress and exhaustion. Plus, the scent blocker spray he uses has no chance against all the sweat, having come off from the rain/spray and sweat. But George still has his helmet on, lid half-closed, there's no chance he can catch that.

He makes his way back to the garage from parc fermé, already thinking about apologising to his side of the garage first and then finally getting under the shower. Riki waits for him with a sad smile, ready to comfort him when Toto straight up drags George to one of the backrooms. And then just starts shouting about how stupid he behaved on track, that he risked the new engine over losing his head and then both James's hop in to add their cents too. About how they never had to deal with such level of idiocy since Rosberg, that they all thought he had learned by now.

It adds to all the stress already piling up on George and mixes in his head with all the ugly comments he has read the past weeks - and then his body decides to shut down, sending him straight into a panic heat. Which is a heat that lasts only a few hours and you don't necessarily need an Alpha but is more like a 'system reboot', where your body tries to get rid of all hormones induced by the stress an Omega is feeling. Plus, three Alphas cornering George is the worst case scenario to prevent it from happening.

And all three obviously go completely ashen when George does not only crumble to the ground in front of them but now you can clearly smell he's an Omega, suppressants and blockers not working anymore.

Shov, knowing that the three wanted to talk to George and already waiting to cheer him up a bit, storms inside, Bono hot on his heels because they could smell George's panic heat from the outside of the room. They manage to drag George out and into his driver's room, using the moment of shock in the garage before locking themselves inside. They also build a small nest with the little clothing they find lying around and make sure that George drinks enough water in his state, to cool down.

Around them all hell breaks loose because Lewis comes back at that moment, chaos in the garage and in the middle is an unknown Omega scent that is spiked with fear. Toto is trying to knock down George's door, demanding answers while Riki and James A argue (scream) at each other something about doctors and Lewis brain suddenly decides to tell him 'yep, that scent is from your mate, go get him tiger'.

Aleix and Angela then try to desperately hold back two Alphas from knocking down George's door as the mechanics have the clever idea to block the sight into the garage from the cameras and curious glances. Mike, half in panic that his mate is going into a heat inside with George too, is held back by the other James, before more chaos can happen.

He feels incredibly bad ever since screaming at George and gets Mike to calm down enough, that they at least get the team doctor to check up on George. They both know they should get the FIA doctor and that this has to be reported publicly but James can count one and one together and knows that it would be humiliating and career ending. And that is neither something they want for George 👀👀

#i have multiple asks for this so ill answer in different parts gimme a few minutes #lewis/george #merc abo

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scapegrace74-blog · 1 year

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The always-photogenic citizens of Parc Omega.

January 28, 2023

#my photography #sony alpha #parc omega

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travelella · 3 months

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Parc Omega, Québec 323, Montebello, Quebec, Canada

Ali Kazal

#Parc Omega #Québec 323 #Montebello #Quebec #Canada #North America #Wildlife #CanadaWildlife

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The FIA introduce new penalty system, where if an omega is at fault in a collision with an alpha they are given to them for the whole day as compensation. Max 's aggressiveness on the track quickly starts resulting in him getting bent over every other sunday, and even when he tries to change his driving he still he ends up in so many collisions the FIA insist were his fault, because obviously the stewards know better! After some time they just expect him to get penalised every time so they stretch him out and plug him up already before a race because he becomes available to the alpha as soon as the penalty is announced, so they can even have him on the podium and during press!

Oh pls the whole system basically being aimed to allowed Alphas to fuck max snd every weekend pretty much max is bend over for one reason or another and his pussy fucked hard in the fia office by the other driver while the fia watch on to make sure the punishment is taken well. Aggressive young mac just getting fucked by the entire grid and even when he mellows out, they find reasons for him to get fucked

Eventually they just make sure his pussy and ass are plugged and ready and allow the punishment to be public, in Parc ferme or the media pen, or even on the podium so everyone can see Max's somehow still tight pussy take bit knots and how he gapes and leaks cum after!

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sitting-on-me-bum · 2 years

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Surprised looking caribou at Parc Omega, Quebec, Canada

Taken By Mary Hindle

#mary hindle #photographer #canada #canadian geographic #caribou #animal #mammal #park omega #nature #quebec #wildlife

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lavender-lotion · 9 months

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WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

i have a whooping 238 WIPS in my WIP folder SO I am co-opting this wip game to make my own!!

send me a title and i'll send you an excerpt from the WIP (or, if there's nothing written, i'll explain what the WIP idea is!)!

Criminal Minds:

Hotch insulting Reid to the unsub - praise and comfort and flirty existing back and forth

Hotch/Reid

Hotch/Reid gun range

hotch/reid hospital au

Morgan/Reid - S2 E4

Crossovers/Miscellaneous Fandoms

bucky/stiles

TW x Glee

venom/eddie/peter

X-Men / MCU

DC Extended Universe

Superbat

Encanto

antonio/parce

5 times Antonio helps Bruno +1 time Bruno helps Antonio

5 times Antonio crawls into bed with Camilo +1 time Camilo crawls into bed with Antonio

Antonio/Camilo

5 accidental dates +1 purposeful proposal / 5 times Mariano took Camilo on a date without realizing it +1 time he took Camilo on a date with Dolores on purpose

Mariano/Dolores/Camilo

Fate: The Winx Saga

5 times Riven gives Dane a first +1 time Dane gave Riven a first

Riven/Dane/Beatrix

Glee

Glee fic list

Kurt/Chandler

kurt/kenny

will/kurt

hummelcest pt 3

puckurtcest pt 2

with puck pt 2

sam not backing down

sam/kurt

kurt picking up dave's call

Kurtofsky - long fic coming out

Kurtofsky - after prom season 2

Ep 5:

Pukcurt

Puckurt - visiting during juvie

Kingsman (Movies)

Dad Eggsy

Eggsy/Roxy/Merlin

eggsy/trans roxy

emerging from the night and heart of me

Kingsman

protective eggsy

tattoo au

Touched starved merlin

Marvel Cinematic Universe

5 times Happy patched up Peter and 1 time Peter patches up Happy

confrontation fic - venom

Jarvis/Tony

MindSpider - confrontation fic

Peter Harley James

stony dick pic

Twitter fic

Bruce Banner/Peter Parker Dom/Sub

DRAFT (hold me) steady

DRAFT to love and be loved by you

FINAL (hold me) steady

FINAL to love and be loved by you

GammaSpider continuation Hulk crush

hulk fic edits

Ned/Peter 2

Rhodey/Tony

keenker kinktober 12

drabble prompts spideypool confrontation fic

spideypool asexual gift for frosted goddess

Spideypool Big Bang

Spideypool prompt

Starker Big Bang

starker field trip fic

Starker Mob AU

I Built my Home, Inside Of You

Thorki

Thor/Peter

Bucky/Peter sex worker fic

Physiotherapy (I'll Be Your Baby)

WINTERspider - confrontation

winterspider date fluff

winterspider smut

Ragnarok (TV 2020)

Laurits finds Magne after the show

Loki Laurits

primal Laurits

Ragnarok s2e1

S2E3 - key kiss

S2E5

Teen Wolf

Alpha Twins/Stiles

merwin bday fic - stiles/alpha pack?

peter/jackson

Sheriff Stilinski Gets Some Good Lovin'

stiles in make up

Untitled Document

love confession??

part 3

Together, We Belong

Writing - Together, We Belong

chris/derek dom/sub

Deter -

deter marriage proposal

stiles/sam prompt sam saving stiles

Dressing porn

JR/Tyler

RPF

season 2 stackson

June 19 - Smut

June 20: Relationship Reveal

June 23: Free Day

Stalion magic alpha pack

Stallison

Beacn stanny

camboy stiles - stanny

gift for merwin

Gone and Past

Sr stalion And stennis

Stennis

Stennis sex

Feral Derek

Kate takes video of essentially rape

A Rut(acular) Tale

bmtmm

breathing you in sequel

continuation to fox!stiles

fox stiles installment

hale family

hornet au

Sr. Steter

seter courting??

steter for harry—alpha rut

steter kidfic

familiar steterek

Set up on date

steterek

Steterek kisses

steterek sad derek

young steterek

Soft steter->stetopher

stetopher series fight

tattoos

You Fill My Heart (With Such a Gentle Love)

alpha stiles omega john

Co-Write Thiny-Y

De-aged Sheriff

drunk dick pic stilinksicest

Impregnation kink

john jacking stiles off when he can't use his hands

John/Jordan/Stiles

Possessive fox sheriff claims his son

stilinskicest abusive claudia

Stilinskicest tattoo

Teen wolf gift for Levi

Twincest only fans

The House in the Cerulean Sea

Linus/Arthur

Phee/David

5 courting gifts Lucy gives Sal +1 (hopeful) courting gift Sal gives Lucy

chase

Salucy college au

the (delectable) devil

Weird City

smexy massage

X-Men

Charles angst childhood telepathy

Charles waking up in Jakob's arms

dadneto saves the day

Emma Frost/Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Erik/Shaw

jakob/charles series

kurt/hank

Lonkma

Mutant High Verse

Phoenix Peter

quogan

Rare's En/Charles

Rare's Xavierine

Alemando age play

5 times Jas and Jimmy tried to seduce Piotr +1 time they didn't have to

jammy

kitney making out

Lonk first time

Lonk pt 2 "I have never felt so content with unexpected discoveries"

Lonk pt 2 PLANNING

Azazel/Janos snowball fight

azjanos

bobby/john discovering cherik

cain developing his mutation

Cain Marko/Charles Xavier AU

chain + body worship

Chain sharing a bed

cherigan fic

bab smut

charles mom sucks

Cherik Dating App

Co-Write Cherik AU

Dance Dads AU

Erik goes back in time cause Charles is dead but overshoots

post dofp smut

they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered

unbendable

bamg emma kdinapped angel

Emmangel Christmas

for even if she flees, soon she shall pursue

you cast diamonds across the waters of my innocence

magnet smut

Mags Family

Nina

Peter/Wendy POV

Hank and Alex bond during lab time

logan/emma

Lonk

Lonk awkwardly flirting for jasp

Lonk for lib

lonk kids action

lonk patching up

first meeting

5 times Kurt makes Peter bust a nut in his pants and 1 time Peter busts a nut in his pants on his own

Night silver

peter putting himself down

Angry Erik

QUICKNETO

quickneto identity reveal

original timeline grief fuck

scogan first meeting

scogan peach

Incest continuation

Summerscest ANGST

war photo masturbation

xavierine fic

Young Justice

Dick and Wally team up to seduce Conner

awuabird

S1E16 - aquabird

S1E18 - aquabird

birdflash

S1E16 - crack spitfire and aqua bird

S1E17 0 spitfire

S1e20 spitfire

SpitFire - S1E14 short

5 times superboy watches tv alone and one time dock watches tv with him

drabble prompts superbird

S1E17 - superbird

SuperBird - S1E16 superbird

superbird continutation TO WORK ON

Superbird s1e5

superboy asking out dick

Unsorted

A Guest Star

Anniversary fic

aquabird

chp 2. You Are so Much Better Than I Ever Knew Before

co-parent stanny post season 2

Gar/Connor

glee ideas

kuniff day 1

Kuniff day 2

kurtosfky pt 2

poly cule

poly fic act 1

poly fic act 2

poly fic act 3

PROMPTS:

Puckurt Sarah fic

stanny post season 2

sterek post season 2

twin fic sequel

Untitled Document

winter/peter

open tag to anyone who read them all haha

#teen wolf #marvel #mcu #glee #young justice #yj #x-men #xmen #x men #kingsman

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russilton · 2 years

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Not sure if I like more rb au or the omega George au wow. Rb au is very veryyy promising, and not to give out more ideas, but the edgy competitiveness would also work well with an angst au merc fic where new driver George is excited to race next to his hero, only to be initially shunned by Lewis jealousy of his talent and him being equal in quali/race pace, just to realize later it was what he'd always needed in a teammate (and maybe a partner in life too). Also, more omega snippets pretty pls?

I am awful fond of both au’s for different reasons! I think RB au lets me explore a more tense relationship than I normally would, something that has to get past a lot of George’s personal issues to work as a relationship. I am, surprisingly, a massive fuckin wuss about writing relationship angst, platonic or otherwise! I hate arguments, and as an autistic man, my whole life has been not being able to read other people's emotions! Communication is sexy.

But because RB George has so much external angst, I can still give George that pain and anger without having to make Lewis be the one to cause it. Loop holes! However this is probably why (at least for now) I’d never manage to write Merc or Lewis hating or knowingly neglecting George while he’s on the team. I can’t do it, I’m so whipped for found family dynamics. Sorry anon!

George’s relationship with Merc in RB au won’t be perfect that’s for sure, but they also give him some grace because Lewis vouches for him, and George makes sure to return that trust. I’ve said to bad before, that they’d probably be collectively shitting themselves the first time they ask George to let Lewis by, so sure he’s going to refuse. But George doesn’t, cause he knows Lewis would do it for him, and it’s what the team needs. Shockingly when you know your team aren’t looking to replace you at every turn, it feels safer to focus on a group necessity over his own. His trust is still so fragile, but he also leans into Toto’s encouraging hugs, and feels listened to by shov and James A. Lewis is there the whole time, reminding him that it’s okay for George to talk to them.

Since I am too much of a pussy to write relationship angst, and you said please, here’s another 2k of 2021 a/b/o au below the cut to make up! Set just after the last snippet ended (Saudi Arabia 2020)

A reminder that this shit ain’t edited lmao, that’s the deal you make asking for wips.

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George’s scent clings to the car throughout the weekend like an invisible sheet, light but unmovable, and it’s still there when Lewis pulls the car into parc ferme and parks up behind third, drifting lazily into his nose alongside the far less pleasant brake dust and scorched rubber.

It did fade slightly, his own sweat washing away some of the more unsavoury tinges from Georges final laps, leaving Lewis with just the purest parts of the Williams drivers profile to contend with. Coffee, citrus, salad, and honeyish sweetness blended among them. As he’d struggled his way through practice, trying to redial the car into his baseline, it had washed over him in waves. At the start session it had left him feeling more out of focus than he’s ever felt before in a Mercedes’. He misses apexes he wouldn’t normally miss, breaks earlier, not trusting his own perception. Meanwhile his brain throbs dully and tries to convince him that is not an absolutely insane idea to pull the car over and explore every inch of it where scent may linger.

He tries discreet nose plugs for second practice, and though his times improve, his skin feels itchy and he can’t shake a lingering discomfort in his gut he can’t label, he ditches them again for the final practice, and he falls back to 6th again but the caffeine in his nose somehow beats away his exhaustion.

He doesn’t understand why his body is reacting this way. There’s no known history of Covid boosting scenting ability, in fact it had caused a somewhat hysterical panic among many for how to took away smell. Lewis hadnt been that alarmed, his nose had never been particularly strong anyway, even as an alpha he preferred to focus on body language over trying to read someone’s emotions through pheromones. It felt like cheating, scent giving away more than some intended to share. Going without it entirely wasn’t good either, but Lewis had been braced for that, expecting it. George’s scent however seeps through that wall of fog, becoming damn near the only thing he can smell.

After qualifying he even ends up pulling Valtteri and Bono aside to test his nose. Scenting Val doesn’t return much, even with Lewis pressed close to his neck. The alpha usually smells like a comforting blend of oats, espresso and gin, a mix Lewis has grown accustomed to. He and Lewis had always been fairly happy to scent each other for comfort, any ideas of dominance long thrown away. Now he can’t smell anything from him, and it’s more disconcerting than he wants to admit. Bono tilts his head for Lewis next, and if he really strains Lewis can just get a hint of black tea and paper, and the faintest strain from his mate James. But it’s all distant, like trying to smell someone in a shirt they haven’t worn for months. They don’t ask why he’d need to try, but he gets a sympathetic shoulder squeeze from both when he shakes his head and admits he can’t get anything.

The pack dynamic within Mercedes’ has always been complex, some bonds looser than others, a lot of the higher ups falling into a tighter, non hierarchical pack, and the mechanics and admin staff tending to group among themselves, with a general cross over when they’re all under the same roof. For Lewis it’s always been more about behaviour than scent, only the lighter scented betas are able to get away without suppressing patches anyway.

But cut off entirely now he realises how much he misses being able to smell Toto’s scotch and aftershave scent, the trace of Susie and Jack that came with him. He aches distantly for Angela’s almond notes and James faint spice blend. Most of them have been part of what Lewis would call his pack for years, but now they’re completely gone, and yet George’s scent persists.

It doesn’t make sense to him, but he tries not to think about it before the race, chalks it up to covid weirdness, or maybe George being close enough to a heat he was giving off extra scent. He feels tired enough from the lingering effects of sickness, he doesn’t need to add stress about his nose to that.

On Sunday he’d eyed his nose plugs, knowing that he’ll be able to focus better with them, but it means sacrificing the only clear scent he has left. In the end he’d left them in his driver room, unwilling to give up the comforting weight of orange and honey on his brain. It slows him down, but he finds the familiarity also catching his attention whenever exhaustion starts to tug at his sore chest, even through the thick layer of his helmet while moving 100kph. When his shoulders ache from the g-force of the car, he allows the smell of green salad leaves to distract him. Coffee keeps him pushing through to finish third, and all together they stop him from slumping over in his belts as he parks the car, levering himself out of the cockpit on exhausted arms to complete the well worn routine of podium celebrations.

When it’s all over, he wanders back to the Mercedes offices, trophy in hand. There’s not really a debrief to be had, considering it’s the last race of the season, but he’s not ready to lie alone in his hotel room, and it’s a good compromise to the instinct in him to go sit near the car again. He imagines the mechanics currently packing everything away won’t appreciate him being in their way.

He finds Bono and James sitting together on one of the common area couches. The mated couple only look over at him briefly before they’re back to talking about technical data on a shared tablet, Bono glancing back to give him a once over with a hint of concern. Lewis knows he probably looks like shit, his body is back to aching again, so he drops into the chair opposite them and lets their loving bickering wash over him. He can’t smell them, but just the cadence of their familiar voices is helping.

He ends up dozing a little, listening to the sounds of the team breaking down the building around them, already getting ready to pack up and return to Brackley. He hears distinct chatter, fond discussions among all levels of the team not quite close enough to make out. It’s not true pack time, but it’s as close as he’s going to get for now; and he soaks it up as the paddock slowly gets quieter, more and more people leaving to head back to their hotels (or to clubs. Lewis would have joined them once, but the idea of doing so in a pandemic makes him nauseous).

He’s not sure how long he’s drifted when he hears a door open and citrus hits his nose. It has his eyes snapping open, distantly registering that Mike, Valtteri, Riki and Shov have joined them, scattered across various other couches. His focus is all on the new faces entering the building. Toto is leading George over to them, both looking relaxed and jovial, Toto must be returning from a meeting at Williams, he is George’s manager after all, but that information doesn’t really matter when Lewis can barely look away from George.

He and George have crossed paths more than once, even talked a few times when George sought him out for driving advice. None of it is out of the ordinary, he’s their reserve after all, but something has changed in the lithe omega. He’s carrying himself taller, a new confidence that was missing before. Toto greets them all before telling George he’ll be back soon, something about collecting a phone, Lewis doesn’t really hear it, his eyes tracing George’s sharp jaw.

He manages to shake himself out of staring at the younger man eventually, hoping nobody saw his embarrassing lapse in mental function. He doesn’t get long to dwell on it when George turns his focus on him.

“Hey, Lewis, great drive out there today mate, I hope I left the car in good shape?” His voice is warm and genuine, and it takes Lewis a second to remember what George is talking about. George in his car, right, the catalyst to this whole weird weekend.

“Oh! She looked great, man, not a scratch on her, thank you. From what Bono told me you had a good time with it?” He doesn’t say a word for the hidden marks George left behind

“Good time doesn’t begin to cover it, that car is a rocket ship” George’s tone is laced with awe, he looks like he’s remembering the drive, and Lewis finds himself matching his grin.

“Sorry I couldn’t let you have another shot with her, I was itching to get back behind the wheel”

“No worries, I get it. Besides, I’m sure there will be more chances”

“We’ll see, George, you’ve got another year at Williams yet”

Lewis just about managed not to jump at Totos deep, amused voice cutting him off as the Austrian rejoins them. George doesn’t quite succeed in doing the same, jolting in shock before knocking Toto playfully in the side with his elbow when he claps a hand on the slim omegas shoulder.

“Better get him back to Williams before he ends up stowing away in one of the moving trucks” Bono calls out from his spot between James and Shov, making the whole group fall into easy laughter, even George.

“Good call Peter. As for the rest of you, go and get some sleep, you’ve all earned it '' Toto instructs, flipping them off when he hears a few teasing ‘yes Dads’ echoed back at him. With that they’re both heading for the door again, out into the balmy night air.

As George leaves, a distant, fuzzy memory from high school surfaces from Lewis’ subconscious.

Lewis had tried his best in school, but between financial stress from home life and what he now knows as untreated dyslexia, he’d not paid as much attention to the finer details of his science classes as he probably should have. What he does remember now though is his sharp faced year 10 biology teacher telling them about scent compatibility, stronger scents indicating compatible mates. It had all felt a bit cold and clinical to Lewis, and he chalked it up to one of those evolutionary things people didn’t really need anymore.

He gets it now, watching the glass door swing shut behind them, George’s scent staying as strong and potent in his nose as it had on Friday when he first got into his car. It’s not just about possession and power. It's addicting, the settling comfort the young omega brings just with his presence alone. The pain in Lewis ribs had eased just being near him, and now it’s already beginning to creep back with his exit. He wants to follow George, seek more. He can’t even pretend it’s just about dynamics. Bono is an omega, they’ve been friends for close to a decade and while he was comforting to be around, it’s not even close. Lewis still wants George.

When he dreamed of this moment as a child, he’d imagined something similar to what happened in the movies. Joy, excitement, a desire to reel George in and never let him go. But all he feels is a deep, throbbing ache. George is thirteen years younger than him. A junior for their team, a potential teammate, someone who looks up to him. For Lewis to make any advance on him at all… he wouldn’t ever be able to know if he was taking advantage of George.

Just as the door in his heart had opened, it slammed closed, the shock of it settling into an ache in his ribs. He shuts his eyes and leans back into the couch under him, lungs feeling heavier than ever.

He wishes he had a pack member's scent to ground him, but in a cruel sort of irony, even surrounded by them, all he has is George.

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Angst (it doesn’t count as relationship angst if it’s just Lewis having guilt, my fic my rules) ! Mild soulmatism! Get it all here!

#britcedes #gewis #4463 #mark’s fic tag #omega verse 2021 au #tw: a/b/o #tw: covid #a/b/o #asks #anonymous

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