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“What are you doing?” Charles asked, his voice cracking.
Max blinked at him once before he smirked and said, “Well... I was going to kiss you.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to.”
“Why?” Charles repeated, feeling like his legs were going to give out.
“Is that not a good enough reason?” Max asked.
OR: The childhood best friends to lovers fairy-tale-soulmates fic that nobody asked for. Charles has been in love with Max since he was seven years old.
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只有2颗脑细胞的Charles vs 脑回路800个弯的max
自从赛程到了北美，吃的实在是太好了，停不下来想搞土狗文学的手。
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谢谢大家喜欢我的土狗文学（鞠躬。
开始有动力继续ooc（x）这次的灵感来自B站Pierre那个pregnant的视频（对不起我看见一次点进去笑一次。
收尾比较仓促，但是3316是甜的。 -
How (Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen by f1writingbyme, LestappenForever
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
27 Oct 2025
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Lance doesn’t know which of his emotions is more overpowering; the secondhand embarrassment he feels at how blatantly obvious they’re being, or the fact that watching Max and Charles in their own little world is actually kind of cute.
He realizes it’s the secondhand embarrassment as he watches Max shamelessly grin at James and proudly explain that he was just talking to Charles.
Lance has to resist the urge to roll his eyes, especially when he notices how Charles is quite literally the embodiment of the heart eyes emoji where he’s standing next to Max for his entire interview. And the beeline Charles makes for Max as soon as he hands the microphone to Lance after his P2 interview is even worse than the heart eyes.
He definitely should have been paying attention to that group chat, Jesus fucking Christ.
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OR: There is a WhatsApp support group chat on how to deal with being top 3 with Max and Charles, and this is the tale of different drivers (mostly Checo) suffering at the hands of them. An ongoing fic that will be updated whenever we get content to work with.
NEW CHAPTER POSTED FOLLOWING THE 2025 MEXICAN GP!
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And That's How I Foksmashed Dad's Championship Trophy by PrincessElectra for Coconutshygame
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
25 Dec 2022
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All of that would have been forgivable if not for the Green-Eyed Monster’s complete disregard for the pre-contracted occupation rights of Max’s lap. Such rights had long been pre-determined and belonged to Sassy (and occasionally to Jimmy, she admitted begrudgingly). However, no amount of quiet hisses and vicious glares seemed to penetrate the creature’s thick skull, and he would greedily occupy Max’s thigh for more than 95% of any given afternoon. Sometimes with his head, sometimes with his feet, and a few times he even straddled his entire body over Max; the latter could not have been comfortable for Max, as the Green-Eyed Monster was enormously overweight compared to Sassy.
(Jimmy had insisted that it was not nice to shame another living creature about their weight, but she was not wrong. With her compact size and considerably more reasonable mass, Sassy was confident that she was much more comfortable for Max to have on his lap than that horrendously oversized creature.)
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He thinks that even if his voice were intact enough to say the words, he wouldn’t have been able to get them out. That even if pressed, held down and told to say it, he wouldn't have found a way. I’m married to Max Verstappen.
Charles leans over his bed and throws up on the floor.
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"I thought that we could kind of be available for each other, for when we want to, you know, have sex. I don’t know about you, but I find it really boring to have to go out and find someone whenever I’m in the mood, especially traveling all the time and with our weird schedules.”
“So,” Charles starts after a few seconds of silence, during which Max is sort of blushing and Charles’ chest is feeling kind of weird. “Like fuck buddies?”
“Yeah,” The older man gives him a small smile. “You know, just agreeing that when we both feel like it, we can meet up and have sex. Without all the small talk and awkward walk of shame afterwards.”
That sounds like a bad idea. Really, really fucking bad.
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Max reached for his wallet, unaware of Charles' internal conflict. "I didn't ask you your prices, so tell me, how much is it?"
Charles blinked blankly.
"What?"
Max frowned. “What's your rate? I suppose it will be high considering how much time you’ve been here"
Charles opened his mouth like a fish out of water, his brain short-circuiting when he realized what Max was implying. Oh my God.
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Charles Leclerc is not at Red Bull to win races. He is here to win championships.
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- Part 3 of objects in mirror
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Two Formula 1 drivers walk into a bar and accidentally have a heart-to-heart.
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- Part 1 of objects in mirror
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Max is a race car driver. Charles is a movie star. They really shouldn't work, but they do.
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At the start of each F1 season, all unmated alphas and omegas are required to submit a list of at least five pre-approved emergency heat/rut partners to the FIA.
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Charles Leclerc wants Ferrari to love him back, but maybe Redbull can love him more.
Max Verstappen wants to figure out how to be the best emotional support rival/boyfriend/lover/friend/enemy he can be.
This fic is the result of my heart crumbling into a thousand piece watching Singapore 2023 and the resulting online hate Charles has since recieved (post monza as well) and my delusional self wanting a team to love him as much as he loves Ferrari
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“I’m not so drunk that I don’t know what I’m asking you,” Max said.
Charles swallowed the lump in his throat. “Me either.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“Are you sure about this?” Charles asked instead, laughing unbelievably and shaking his head. “This is not something we do, mate.”
“It could be something we do,” Max said, grinning at him. His fingers flexed on Charles’ hip, and it did something weird to Charles’ brain. When he looked back on this moment later, he would blame Max’s big hand on his hip for what he did next.
Because for some reason... Charles kissed him.
He wasn’t sure why.
OR: the self-indulgent story of how Charles and Max fell in love over winter break 2022, in a classic Enemies to Friends With Benefits to Lovers fic that nobody asked for.