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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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24 Dec 2025
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they say I did something bad (then why's it feel so good?) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
23 Aug 2023
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When Max first asked Charles whether, if he won his third world championship, he’d let him kiss him on live TV to celebrate — well, he’d thought his biggest problem would be Charles saying no.
Not being able to stop kissing him . . . well, it’s certainly a problem in their everyday life. He didn’t really think it would be his main concern now.
And yet . . .
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- Part 1 of don't blame me, love made me crazy
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21 Dec 2025
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Charles is the stupidest person Max has ever met in his entire life — only two weeks away from pre-season testing, the knocking on his front door can be no one else but Charles.
“Salut,” Charles grins, a timid smile stretching around white teeth, framed with stubble. He shoulders his way into the apartment without any further prompting, as if he owns the place. Max shuts and locks the door behind him, and thinks that Charles might as well. “Il faisait froid ces jours-là, n’est-ce pas?”
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Max and Charles have an impromptu, pre-season sleepover.
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20 Dec 2025
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pillows, blankets, sheets, and clothes, arranging and rearranging by larryhaylik
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
25 May 2025
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“You’re a little weirdo,” Max tells Charles fondly, fingers carding through his hair. “It’s all dark and cramped in here, why aren’t you on the bed?”
“I told you, it’s too open,” Charles grumbles. “And you’re the weirdo. This is a perfectly respectable spot to have a freak out in, it’s not my fault you’re an odd-egg omega who doesn’t nest.”
“I know, a terrible specimen, that’s me,” Max complains softly, all theatrical, and Charles giggles, poking at his knee.
Max doesn’t nest. Or does he?
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- Part 12 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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03 Dec 2025
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“I don’t know,” He finds himself staring at another picture. Max is laughing brightly, to the point where his eyes are crinkled, and his mother is smiling too. There is a navy cap on her head: it is a Red Bull cap. Max’s Red Bull cap. “It’s just hard to imagine, I think.”
Pascale looks at him. For a moment it is an odd look. But that quickly melts into a smile. One that is gentle around the eyes, and soft on the mouth. Somehow, it makes Charles feel young again — younger than how he already feels; twenty-one in a world where he is twenty-five.
“You don’t have to imagine it, mon garçon,” she says quietly. “It has already happened.”
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The last thing Charles remembers is the 2019 Austrian Grand Prix.
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