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Charles Leclerc doesn’t talk about Max Verstappen.
Not the phantom who wins races he shouldn’t even be in.
Not the man who smiles brightest when Charles loses everything.
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Charles Leclerc is a prince-torn king. Max Verstappen is his sworn knight.
In a realm of bloodied crowns and holy wars, their love is both salvation and heresy.
From battlefield strategies to bedchamber whispers, they rebuild a shattered kingdom—until death carves its final divide.
Standing at Max’s grave, Charles remembers: the roar of tournaments, laughter in shadowed halls, vows like prayers, the kiss that damned them.
“Hell is where you are not,” he carves into stone.
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这不是狼第一次遇见那人，当然，也绝不是最后一次。
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Charles一直是个倒霉的家伙，但他没想到他慌不择路的时候会直接跑到夺心魔的船上。
Or: 车手们在博德之门3里组队打怪
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Почему-то в голову лезут мысли о строении вселенной, что вообще-то прикосновений не бывает: мы все состоим из атомов, которые притягиваются, отталкиваются, но никогда не соприкасаются друг с другом.
Из этого назревает логичный вопрос: тогда почему мы нуждаемся в тактильном контакте, и чужом присутствии?Bookmarked by shaohaoActually01
07 Aug 2025
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WOW WHAT A WORK. The words are like vodka to me. (A translator is necessary
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Wolf looks better on his knees than anywhere else.
Wolf looks the same as always; expectant. A little bit ragged. Genichiro just likes to see him there, prostrated and obedient.
It isn’t revelatory in the way Genichiro expects— Genichiro isn’t the one who put him there, and instead of the rush of victory, there is only a hollow feeling in his chest. Wolf is looking up at him from the ground, something almost derisive simmering in his eyes. They glow in the half-light, eerie and golden. They’re inhuman.
They’re beautiful.
“I am at your service, my lord.”
It isn’t sneering, but it’s close.
It is what Genichiro wants, but they’ve both taken too much from one another for this to be anything but sullen.
“Are you, shinobi?” Genichiro asks, his lip curled. Wolf is still holding his gaze, hands on his thighs, shoulders back.
“Anything you need,” is what Wolf says.
Anything you are too weak to do yourself, is what Genichiro hears.
He needs Wolf to save Ashina; it tastes sour in his mouth, but he will swallow it to keep his lands safe. He has swallowed worse than this bitterness.
He has given up more than his pride.
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Mystery Work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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05 Aug 2025
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literally a documentary fic