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The Hungarian GP leaves the two championship contenders spiraling.
Lewis deals with them both and tries to contain his own unraveling.
or, free-use lewis hamilton
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Max flicks his hand once more to confirm. Yep, his telekinesis passes right through the ‘man’ standing right in front of him. “Fuck off, Hulkenberg,” he grumbles, knowing the man can’t be far. He really doesn’t want to use more power then necessary right now, given that it’s Thursday evening and he’s still not certain that they’re not gearing up for some actual trouble instead of simple little pranks to fuck with everyone.
or; Max is a mage and Charles copes (poorly)
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Lewis blinked, a flush creeping up his neck. "Me? Come on, it's all you lot—"
Bo chuckled, closing in from the side, his presence warm and overwhelming. "Nah, Lewis. You've been our lucky charm this whole season. Let us show you how grateful we are."
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Lando is disgusted watching George double dip his fries into the shared ketchup and thinks of a great plan to get back at him
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George wins Singapore and the paddock can’t get enough of him. The podium is really happy… and is Toto.
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He lifts his head to look at his savior for the first time.
Is it weird that he finds this particular tomcat’s scent familiar? A handsome tabby, with broad shoulders, perfect for swimming, and long, orange fur, slightly damp around the edges from his brief dip into the river, and-
Lando’s eyes widen as he scrambles to his paws. His legs threaten to give out from underneath him.
“You smell like fish,” he blurts out.
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- Part 42 of CX's F1cs