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It's that time of year where I watch RENT and debate finishing that Dando RENT wip that is gathering dust in my docs

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Please write some headcanons or drabble of shifters !

Hmmm, this is a little inspired by the images of Charles carrying his puppy around in his hoodie pocket!

When Charles had found Lando shivering and tucked away behind the wheel of his motorhome, Charles didn't really know what to do. The little fox was obviously distressed by the way he hesitated to come to Charles, and with his size, he probably felt the cold worse than others but eventually, there was a soft lick at his finger tips before Lando had whined and pushed his head into Charles's hand. "Can I pick you up?", Charles asked softly, stroking over his friends little ears and getting another little lick to his wrist this time, "Okay buddy. I'll pick you up, and we can go find Pierre, yes?" At the mention of Pierre, Lando shook his head and made a soft growl which had Charles frowning. It was rare that Lando didn't want to be brought to his boyfriend when he was like this. Maybe they had had a fight but too was unusual. Pierre and Lando were one of those couples that just seemed to work and be perfectly in tune with each other at all times. "Okay Lan. I won't bring you to him", Charles reassured the other, and it took a few moments but eventually Lando wiggled out from where he was hiding. Charles didn't waste any time. He picked Lando up, cuddled him to his chest for a few moments while debating where the best place to tuck him away to keep him warm was. He only had his hoodie on to stave off the cold, and he could of course tuck the little fox into his hoodie but then he had an idea. "Can I put you in my pocket, Lan?", Charles asked softly and Lando let out a soft sound that Charles took to mean yes so he tucked Lando into his hoodie pocket and used one arm to support him. Lando wriggled around until his head popped out and rested against Charles's arm as he snuggled down, and nothing else mattered in that moment because Lando was trusting him to keep him safe and warm, and Charles was filled with warmth over the trust his friend placed in him.

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Seeing Lando with his injured nose has made me think of paddock hoe au. Like he’s gone away with his bestie Martin and they all try and relax as he’ll be safe then boom they all suddenly see photos of Lando with bandages.

Anon I fear that @f1-birb actually beat you too this, and you should absolutely go ask her for her main thoughts and plot around this incident 👀

What I will say is that it would cause absolute chaos in the gc that they have that Lando isn't in!

Someone, probably Pierre, sees the picture and immediately has it screenshotted and sent to the group. Sebastian is immediately saying he is going to try call Lando, someone is asking Max if he happens to be in the Netherlands that weekend or how fast he can get there. Lewis is googling nose injuries and home remedies on how to fix it, George and Alex are threatening to buy bubble wrap or just a bubble that they can put Lando into while Lance and Daniel are discussing doctors that they could possibly call

All while Lando is freaking out about how he is going to tell them that he's gone and gotten himself an injury while out with Martin and this is where Birb's idea really comes in 👀

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no one:

lando:

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Lando & Martin celebrating Konigsdag, Amsterdam, 27 April 24

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i predict two black eyes in your future buddy 😭

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the party is not partying carefully (WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM HELPKHKDHRKDHE

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Dear McLaren,

Please bubble wrap your driver before letting him roam free.

He is a menace to society and himself

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Okay bit of a weird request but... Omega!Seb suffering during pre Heat and Alpha Michael comforting him? 🥺♥️

I hope this can brighten your day a little my dear ❤️

Sebastian hated this part of being an omega. He hated the feeling of his body slowly losing control as his heat crept up on him. Despite knowing his schedule, it still seemed to surprise him whenever it got like this and he was left curled up on the couch with a hand pressed to his stomach as cramps rippled throughout his muscles. The whimpers that escaped him were accompanied by the worst of the cramps. The ones that almost made him feel queasy as he sat there sweating, feeling gross and unattractive as he wished there was a way to stop this. Realistically, he knew that he'd feel better soon. He knew the pain would ease into a soft, fluttering type of pleasure as he got closer to his heat starting but right now, two days from D-Day as he called it, Sebastian just felt like shit as he buried his face into the collar of the hoodie he robbed from Michael. His scent calmed him a little, making tensed muscles relax but nothing could beat the real thing as Michael appeared and knelt before him. "I've got you baby", Michael reassured as he pressed a kiss to Sebastian's damp forehead before he place a cool, damp cloth over it, "Do you want your heating pad? Some chocolate?" Sebastian sighed at the coolness of the cloth and happily nodded when Michael held up the heating pad. He allowed the alpha to pull up the hoodie and smiled at the soft kiss that was pressed to his stomach before Michael placed the heating pad there, his hand holding it there for a moment as it started to work it's magic until Sebastian was feeling a bit better. "Thank you", Sebastian mumbled, purring softly as Michael ran soft fingers through his curls as Michael kissed his cheek softly. "No need baby, I've always got you"

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Can you bring back tattoo au with some Lando angst?

Oooo I love and miss this au dearly!! I miss my little tattoo covered Lando and his two boys 🥺❤️

Lando struggling with nightmares after the stabbing, and after he thought Lance and Max wanted to go back to being a couple because he thinks he is 'too much work' and misheard them talking about 'how things were before' when the boys were referring to a time before Lando was scared to go back to his parlor which he loved.

The thing with the nightmares is that they don't start immediately after the attack. It's months down the line when they become an issue and Lando tries his best to hide them from the boys because he just wants to feel normal and safe, and he thought he was making progress with everything before this happened. He has moved the parlor, gone back to taking some clients, his body has healed and then randomly his brain starts to go into overdrive and starts giving him nightmares and panic attacks again.

The worst being when he is home alone one weekend when Lance and Max are off racing, and he wakes up at 2am to hearing his cat knock something over in the apartment but he thinks its the robbers back to finish him off because he was already dreaming of them breaking in.

Lando ends up calling Lance and because there is a time difference for this race, Lance is awake but unable to do anything while Lando is freaking out and telling Lance he's scared and doesn't want to die on the other end of the phone

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Hey could you write something military related Lando centric? For example, Lando being a military soldier for example in special forces. I don't know pairing, maybe lando/Max or Pierre/lando, but I have two scenarios

1. Him being quiet rookie soldier and Max or Pierre or someone else being more experienced soldier who falls to Lando immediately. Lando is hard to get due to his hard past and that's why he became a soldier

2. Lando being a new soldier in special forces where Max or Pierre are working in the medical side.

Either way, there can be lot of angst and hurt/comfort of when lando is in danger and getting hurt

Anon, maybe you read my mind or something because I'm actually in a bit of a mood. I might be a Cultural Historian by profession but I also have a keen interest in Military history and rn I'm rewatching Band of Brothers and Thinking Thoughts.

I don't really have time for a full fic right now, but I can absolutely write you a short thing? (I also now have some WWII Band of Brothers inspired drabbles)

As for your ideas, I hope this is alright! I've mixed your ideas together a little.

"You need to stop ending up here"

Lando didn't take his eyes off of the ceiling as Pierre worked at stitching closed the bullet wound on his shoulder.

"Part of the job" was all he replied as he closed his eyes because that's what it was.

It was just a hazard of the job.

Lando barely even felt the wounds anymore and he didn't really care about them. What was one more scar on his body when he had spent his life collecting them since he was two years old? It was nothing new. Nothing he hadn't experienced before.

A bullet wasn't going to stop him getting the job done.

"Yes, but most of you know enough to avoid getting shot", Pierre glared as he finished his last stitch, "Why can't you?"

Lando just hummed softly before he finally looked at Pierre for the first time since the medic had met him off of the helicopter.

"Because I don't care, Gasly, and you lecturing me won't change that", Lando shrugged because it was the truth.

Pierre sighed as he fixed a patch over the closed wound before he sat back and gave Lando a pitying look.

"No, I've learnt that by now, but you're a fool to think I won't try and stop you from killing yourself for this job"

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Tf nah?

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It's almost 10am and I desperately want to nap but also I know if I do, I worn wake up till like 2pm and then inwont sleep tonight so I've now got to function on multiple days of about 2-3 hour sleep and still not sleeping at night 😭

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I would love to read more about Lando as a soldier or something in that scene.

You ask, I deliver!

"First Sergeant Norris"

Lando didn't jump at the sound of Max’s voice despite the surprise that coursed through him. He hadn't expected anyone to come looking for him right now considering there was nothing to do and he'd been ordered to rest.

Yet sleep still did not come easy when his friends were slowly dropping around him despite the end of the war being so close he could almost taste it now.

Lando shoved those thoughts down as turned where he stood, and saluted the Captain as Max watched him with eyes too blue and knowing for Lando's liking. The Captain nodded before he moved to lean against the wall opposite Lando.

"I thought we ordered you to rest, Norris?", Max narrowed his eyes as he fished a beaten up cartoon of smokes out of his pocket.

He lit one, and held the other out for Lando who readily accepted it between shaking fingers and let him light it.

"You did", Lando admitted because it was the truth as he took a drag and felt the burn in his lungs, "I couldn't sleep"

Max sighed before taking a drag of his own cigarette. Those eyes still too knowing as they scanned Lando from head to toe as if he was searching for some reason to send him away like they had with Sargent when he'd had his break down. Shell shocked. That was the term they'd used when they'd taken him away. There were whispers that he wasn't coming back. Not unless he went awol the way the rest of them had, the way Landk had, when staying with the medics meant being seperate from the company.

Lando steeled himself under Max's gaze because there was no way he was leaving his company. There was no way he was leaving them when they'd already lost so much.

"You need rest or Doc will be yelling at you next for getting sick next", Max chuckled as he finished his smoke and crush the butt under his boots before he stepped into Lando's space, "We can't afford to lose you, so snap out whatever this is, or come find me when you can't sleep and at least then you'll have company. Am I clear?"

Lando could hear the care in his words. He could hear the fear that Max never normally let anyone here, and the way he gazed at him this time, was gentle and concerned.

Lando took a last drag from his own quickly burning cigarette and dropped it just before it burnt him as he nodded.

"You got it, Captain"

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Movies I've watched in the last few hours because I cannot sleep:

Ready or Not

The Menu

Little Women

Nope

And now I am on The Day After Tomorrow

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I may not have slept but I may have started writing something silly and fun so here you go:

“Can you put the gun away? You’re scaring, Beans”, Lando glared as he tried to soothe Beans. One of the two in the back, the pretty one that could be a model if he wanted, started to laugh before Lando’s glare cut him off. “Beans? Your dog’s name is Beans?”, the curly haired man with the gun asked stupidly.

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For @f1-birb

"Lando?"

Lando tried not to pause at the voice that called out to him. His resolve was already weak, and he knew if he turned around, that he wouldn't be able to leave even though he knew it was the right thing to do.

It had been made clear that Lando didn't belong here.

He had heard the others talking, whispering about him as if he was some monster to be feared. They looked at him with suspicion. They hid from him when he was alone despite the fact that he posed no threat to them yet the Fae looked down on him as if he had committed a heinous crime.

"Lando, where are you going?"

Charles had caught up to him now. His delicate fingers wrapped around Lando’s wrist. Sharp nails dragged against the soft skin inside of his wrist and for a moment Lando wanted to laugh because if Charles wanted, if any of them wanted it, they could easily put an end to him.

After all, Lando was only human.

He was just a human who had somehow bargained himself into marriage with one of the Fae princes in order for his home town to be spared from the vicious winter. He hadn't even meant to bargain that. He had only wanted protection for his town, and he had misunderstood the words and trapped them both in this agreement.

Lando hadn't thought of himself or Charles as trapped. They had known of each other for years, and Lando had thought there was something there between them. He had felt it the few times their paths crossed even if it was unusual for there to be a bond between Fae and humans, but there was.

Maybe that was why they had gotten mixed up in this, but now that Lando knew how everyone saw him, how Charles probably saw him, he couldn't stay.

"I'm leaving", Lando answered after Charles had called his name once more as he had stepped on from of him, "I'd like to leave, Charles, please step aside"

He didn't need to look at the Fae to know that Charles didn't believe a word he was saying. After all, the Fae had a knack for lies and mistruths.

"That is not the truth", Charles answered softly, hands cupping Lando’s cheeks until Lando was looking into those stunning green eyes, "Tell me the truth"

Lando allowed himself a moment to memories his face, and mourn what could have been before he pulled himself from Charles's grip.

"Your Fae ways don't work on me, Charles", Lando reminded him because it was true, "And I'm serious, let me go Charles"

Charles narrowed those beautiful eyes and crossed his arms to glare at him.

"No! We have a deal, I can't just let you go"

Lando looked away again and clenched his fist so hard he felt his nails tearing into the skin of his palm to make him bleed.

"Then break it"