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“I’ve been dying to watch this for ages but haven’t found the right time.” Max turns on his TV and starts scrolling through his streaming services. “I’m glad I get to watch it with you.”
“What movie is it?” Charles asks, his interest piqued. It had better be a good one, if Max has been dying to watch it. It could be one of those action blockbusters that isn’t worth watching on the small TV in his plane. Or it could even be a romcom that Max didn’t want to watch by himself. Charles didn’t know if his heart could handle Max being a secret romcom fan too.
“Well, it’s not exactly a movie…” Max continues searching through his Netflix ‘watch later’ list. “Ah, here we go.”
Charles can’t help his jaw falling open. He valiantly fights the urge to let out a tortured groan. The ‘movie’ Max was so excited to show him turns out to be a three hour long documentary on the expansion of the Mongolian Empire.
6 times Max and Charles don't succeed at flirting, and 1 time they do.
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“Wow, what a question to end with!” Charles chuckles, pondering his answer. “I think all the drivers here are attractive in their own ways.”
“Are you aware that you are the most popular answer so far?”
“Me? Well I’m very flattered.” Charles beams at the reporter, his eyes sparkling in the afternoon sun.
“But if you had to pick someone…” the reporter gently prompts.
Charles hums. “Well since you asked, I will say Max Verstappen.”
Charles names Max as the most attractive driver on the grid. Max spirals.
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Max stared at Charles’ closed eyes and how they twitched in his sleep. Objectively, Max knew that Charles was probably the most beautiful man he had ever seen. But... this was Charles.
Charles Leclerc.
Big, cry-baby Charles.
Sauber #2 driver Charles.
When did he decide that Charles The Driver would become Charles The Boyfriend?
He wishes he could remember.
OR: The self-indulgent Amnesia AU that nobody asked for. This is my love story to Charles Leclerc, thank you for coming along. Warning: this fic may break you.
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14 Sep 2025
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Charles has been a caged bird for as long as he can remember; pretty and purposeless. Secretly he dreams of another life, one not so restrained to the designated roles of his gender. One where he's free to be whoever he wants. He yearns for the sea and the world beyond, to escape his cage and experience a love worthy of the stories he reads. A love for the ages.
Salvation comes in the shape of a pirate with a dark disposition and a curse that endeavours to draw them together and tear them apart all the same.
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07 Sep 2025
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“Okay, enough of the hugging, this is designer,” Charles brushed imaginary lint off his sweater.
“It’s okay, Charles. He’ll never hug you like he hugs Daniel, anyway,” Lando grinned.
“You guys won’t even spare me in my birthday week.”
“Oh, stop crying about it, please. We know you love it.”
Max turned to Charles and smiled at him then, a warm smile that turned his blue eyes like the sea water in Charles's hometown that summer, lapping at his feet and grounding him. “True. I do love my life right now.”
That shut Charles right up. He just let his head fall back on Max’s shoulder, focusing on the screen in front of them. He hoped one day he could say the same.
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13 Aug 2025
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Rapid fire thoughts in French pour into his head, each more hysterical sounding than the last. He recognizes “merde”, “putain”, and “pensée” and that’s it. Unhelpful.
“Charles,” he murmurs, slightly apologetic, “French.”
Charles’ eyes get even bigger, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. He makes a noise that if Max were a slightly less merciful person he would call a squeak. Watching him make the absolutely unhinged connection in real time is fascinating. Then carefully, in tentative English, You are hearing my thoughts?
Miserable, Max nods. Then shrugs. Fuck.
“Max,” Charles practically hisses, his grip on Max’s hand going tighter. The pinprick of his nails feels like the only thing connecting Max to the earth. “What the fuck?”
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Or, the year Max turns thirty, he spends about a month mid-season being able to read minds via physical touch. Charles is there too.
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08 Aug 2025
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Max saw him for the first time in 2018. As the years pass, he’s still not sure if he wants to win for himself or for the chance to stand next to him.
OR, Max is a Formula 1 driver and Charles is the Prince of Monaco — and the love of Max’s life.
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08 Aug 2025