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Max and GP after the race in Hungary
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GP is Not a Cat Person

The first time GP slips up and reaches over unthinkingly to rub between the kid's fuzzy, spotted cat ears, he knows he's lost.
The way Max melts into it, the soft purr and blissful expression, make something stir in GP's cold, dead heart.
You know when a Dad insists over and over that he does not like cats and certainly doesn't wasnt one in his house, and then within a week he's having regular armchair naps with said kitten? Basically that.
Rated Explicit, 9k Words, as always beta'd by Plethoriall
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omega GP who just absolutely melts when alpha Max scritches his scalp. Omega GP who calms alpha Max over the radio. Omega GP who lets the young alpha scent him and growl at people who get too close like 'well, what can you do'.
Omega GP with his alpha driver Max
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My villain origin story is as follows:
One day you think you're completely normal, and then you see this photo:

A Max win, before your time. Glorious, happy, a podium with his favourite teammate, GP.
But then. Then. You zoom in. You see this detail:
You think, surely not, not GP. He's not a man with abs. It can't be GP.

It is. It is GP. GP with abs.
You retreat into your void, screeching. Calling out to the other feral bats in your cave. They come all at once, screeching.
GP! Has! Abs!

The bats were never the same again.
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babe wake up, the Global Penguin Society named a penguin after Franco




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Gianpiero's fingers are so thick
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Aww she's trying to induce labor 😊
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another day of logging in to tumblr dot com and remembering what i named my blog

Daisy 🐛 he/him 🧋 23 🏳️🌈 🏎🏒
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