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He was used to being without her.
The pain never went away but the sting became manageable; something he could tuck away and avoid ever thinking about.
Except when he couldn’t.
Like during Hockey Moms Weekend.
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22 Dec 2025
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Max Verstappen has spent nearly his entire life ignoring the ‘Charles Leclerc-shaped’ elephant in the room, pretending he's not completely obsessed with his childhood rival (and crush). He's allowed himself to casually touch, if only to satisfy the restless craving for Charles.
When Max's caught in the spotlight and challenged to keep his hands to himself for an entire race week, everything crumbles.
Charles Leclerc never took for granted when Max Verstappen touched him. A hand on his shoulders, an arm wrapped around his waist, the occasional hug, it was all heaven. Nothing wrong with indulging a little, having a guilty pleasure, right? Max was just affectionate and Charles liked it.
So when all the touching suddenly stops, Charles notices.
or: Max and Charles are two idiots in love, somehow that becomes everyone's problem.
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24 Nov 2025
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Max has a problem.
And that problem is Charles Leclerc. Sweet, sunny, casually-touchy, infuriatingly pretty Charles Leclerc. They’re best friends and while Max is painfully in love, Charles is painfully oblivious. They study together. They drink too much coffee. Charles touches his hands and Max forgets how to breathe.
It’s all very normal. It’s fine. Max is fine. (He’s not.)
Or, how to survive having your crush wear your hoodie — a study by Max Verstappen.
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05 Oct 2025
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Regulus grows — and as he grows, James and Harry stays with him.
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22 Mar 2025
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don’t know where you are right now ( what about the plans we made? ) by leclerclovebot (verstapp1n)
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
18 May 2023
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“Charles!?”
A different voice shouts his name this time. No longer emanating from his helmet, but coming from just outside the world that he is secluded from. The world outside the blood and metal he’s becoming accustomed to.
He perks up, or he tries too. His car must be pinned, wherever the hell he is–turn three or turn six. There’s a frantic voice calling out his name, and it’s getting closer. Or maybe it’s getting further away. Charles can’t really tell. He can’t even move. His body is pinned in an awkward position and his car being pinned to the wall doesn’t help either.
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19 May 2023