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Charles has always been the steady one. The alpha who holds, who grounds, who knows exactly where to put his hands when Max starts to spiral.
But when a rare scent-sensitivity flare hits mid-race weekend, every omega in the paddock becomes noise. Sharp, sweet, sour, wrong. Too much, too loud, too close.
Every scent except one.
Max doesn't ask questions. He doesn't panic. He just takes Charles' hand and gets him out.
(Or: the one where the alpha falls apart and the omega holds him together.)
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28 Jun 2026
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“That’s him,” Alex nods his head somewhere over Lando’s shoulder.
Turning slowly to appear inconspicuous, Lando watches the back of a tall man walk from the lunchline over to an empty table. The surrounding inmates avert their gazes as he passes by.
He’s got broad shoulders and floppy golden hair. Even from afar, Lando can see he has a dark, raised scar spanning from the outer corner of his eye, down his cheek, and halfway across his chin.
When his eyes flick up, Lando’s stunned to see that Oscar’s already staring back at him with unblinking, almost black eyes.
He’s a goner.
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Lando gets arrested for something his boyfriend did and his cellmate is the infamous cold-faced killer on the block.
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28 Jun 2026
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“You’re already imagining me in your bed, aren’t you?” Charles goads, drumming his fingers over the bar and then, in a moment where Max’s brain computes the sentence, brushes them over the back of Max’s hand, wriggling one under Max’s watch to rest over his pulse.
Charles grins, all coquettish and brazen.
“No lying. I’ll be able to tell.”
2019 charles flirting his way into 2025 max’s bed. not that it was hard.
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- Part 23 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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28 Jun 2026
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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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26 Jun 2026
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Last Words of a Shooting Star by oktsukki
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
07 Jan 2022
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For two weeks, Suguru had stayed in the guest bedroom. Aside from the extra toothbrush laying on the counter in the bathroom and double the amount of dishes that Satoru doesn’t care to wash but somehow find their way into the cupboards by the time he gets back from the school, there has been no evidence of another person living in the apartment at all.
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Suguru is redeemed and alive and living under house arrest in Satoru's apartment.
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