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Part 1 of Instagate Revisitation
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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

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@lovelylestappen • 3m

heyyy @1633rights, do you think they'll follow each other back now? 👀

@1633rights replied to @lovelylestappen • 1m

i should hope so 😭

@lovelylestappen replied to @1633rights • 28s

fr, never thought charles wouldn't follow back for months. he's stronger than me, i would've crumbled within seconds

@pierregasly replied to @lovelylestappen • 13s

@charles_leclerc they think you're strong 😂

 

or, After the 2019 Instagate, Max followed Charles during summer break, Charles didn't. Everyone keeps on asking Charles when he would.

Notes:

happy early birthday!!!

this was inspired by your comment on one of the fics! i hope you like it! i hope your birthday is a lovely, lovely day 🫶🏼

(i would've waited until your actual birthday but i am pretty sure I won't have internet access then, so. you know :P )

fic title: "Slut!" by Taylor Swift

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@lovelylestappen • 3m

heyyy @1633rights, do you think they'll follow each other back now? 👀

@1633rights replied to @lovelylestappen • 1m

i should hope so 😭

@lovelylestappen replied to @1633rights • 28s

fr, never thought charles wouldn't follow back for months. he's stronger than me, i would've crumbled within seconds

@pierregasly replied to @lovelylestappen • 13s

@charles_leclerc they think you're strong 😂

@1633rights replied to @pierregasly and 2 others • 4s

PIERRRE????????? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

 

 

 


 

Charlo 🇲🇨

 

STOP EXPOSING ME ON TWITTER????

WHAT THE FUCK PIERRE????

i hate you actually

you're no longer my best man

 

no you don't 😋

 

no i don't 😔💔

you're still my best man

even though you are ♥️ entirely insufferable ♥️

 

i love you too, calamar 🫶🏼

now please follow your man back 😭

HOW LONG MUST THE LESTAPPEN NATION WAIT

WHAT THE HELL CHARLES

YOU'RE MARRYING HIM THIS WEEKEND!!!!

 

i will do it 🙄

 

don't you want to make a joint post? like you did with lewis? and with me? don't you want to announce your love for max to the world? i thought you were the romantic one on the grid, and here i am basically begging you to get on with the times

 

pierrreeee

you know max doesn't care about all this stuff, so why are you so bothered about it? 

he said it's fine, that we don't need to do any posts

 

i know that charlo, but i know Max knows that social media is important to you

wellll, i know you value it a little bit more than max does. he once said he wished it didn't exist, no?

so idk, i think it would be nice if you post *something*, yk? 

doesn't have to be a declaration of love or whatever. something simple. something lovely

like our max

 

like my max 🥹

i'll think about it pierrot

i will definitely follow him back this weekend, but now that you mention it i will think about the post too 🤔

 



There's a plethora of emotions stuck in his throat, as he takes in the sea, the sky, the waves crashing onto the distant beach, the sound carrying through the early silence of sunrises. Everything together, makes it impossible for him to speak. He doesn't want to, either. He's so overwhelmed with pure, sheer joy. He hasn't been this happy — hasn't allowed himself to be this happy in a long time.

 

Cold breeze flows through his slightly longer hair. His mum had offered a haircut for the weekend, he had declined politely. Max had mentioned it, a few years ago, in passing, that he liked his hair a bit longer — adored running fingers through them when he could, whenever their schedules allowed. 

 

After this weekend, they were going away for three weeks. 

 

They have all the time in the world.

 

Max, perhaps, wouldn't notice it. But Charles wants everything to be perfect. Max never really asked for anything for the wedding, let Charles do whatever he wanted. Except.

 

Except asked Charles to compose something for their first dance.

 

He wanted it to be personal, transcend the barriers of translation that they might face on both sides of their families. While English is a shared-ground they both found each other on, it isn't familiar despite the years long dalliance. It still runs foreign to the rolls of their tongues and whispers of their ears.

 

And, so Charles did. Of course, he did.

 

He would do anything for Max.

 

MAX (9:10) was recorded on days Max was away in Milton Keynes. Realistically, Charles knows he should've just played it for him. But he wants it to be a surprise — and he's willing to ruin his first dance for it. 

 

“Why are you up so early?” Max's voice breaks through the reverie of Charles' musings. He can hear the footsteps, following him to the balcony. Charles almost wants to stop him— doesn't want him stepping barefoot on the cold hardwood flooring.

 

“How do they say– wedding jitters?” He says, instead. As much as he likes his alone time, he does want Max with him.

 

“You are not going to leave me at the altar, are you?” Max chuckles, as warm arms wraps Charles around his waist.

 

Max is so impossibly close. Charles loves it.

 

“What? I— NO!” Charles yells almost, indignant in his tone.

 

“Calm down, Charlie. I know you won't,” Max giggles, his chin resting on Charles' shoulder.

 

“You are so mean,” Charles whispers, hands finding Max's somehow, in the tangle of their bodies.

 

“And you're marrying me. Who is stupid?” Max says, and presses a soft kiss on his neck.

 

Charles shudders a bit, before regaining his composure.

 

“Max. Not today, mon amour,” Charles says, voice shaking under his breath. He hopes Max would pick up it, he hopes he wouldn't have to explain, he hopes Max understands that he's a bit too introspective at the moment to engage in banter. 

 

“I miss them all so much, Max. I- I wish they could've seen you– seen me, now.”

 

“I'm sorry, schat. I'm sure they're proud of you. I'm sure they'll be watching.” Max whispers, squeezing Charles' hands in earnest. 

 

“And, I'm sure they all love to see you get flustered just as much as I do,” Max giggles, hand still holding him tight, keeping Charles grounded and upright.

 

Charles knows Max is trying to ease the pain in his own way, trying to shift perspectives.

 

Charles appreciates it so much.

 

“Sure, mad Max, so madly in love,” Charles goes along, why wouldn't he? “With me, who would've thought?”

 

“I am,” Max states, chest puffing up a bit. “I think teenage Max knew somewhere but was refusing to accept it.”

 

“I love you, you know that right?” Charles says, breaking Max's hold, turning around so that he can look (and perhaps drown) in Max's ocean blue eyes.

 

“I think I do, given that I am marrying you tomorrow,” Max says, voice brimming with adoration.

 

Husband, what would you like for breakfast?” Charles says, suddenly. He has been up for a good hour or two, kitchen seems enticing at the moment.

 

“What?” Max says, voice small all of a sudden, eyes brimming with unshed tears. Charles falters a bit, he doesn't understand where he went wrong.

 

“Max, love, are you okay? Please don't cry. What happened? Did I say something wrong?” Charles asks, closing the distance between the two, his arms enveloping Max's waist— a stark contrast to how this interaction started.

 

“I just— It's so ridiculous, Charles. I- don't,” Max shudders underneath Charles' hold, unable to properly communicate. Charles holds him as tight as he can, embracing him in, “Charles.”

 

“I'm here, I'm here. You're okay,” Charles whispers softly, rubbing his back to reassure whichever storm Max seems to be dealing with. “Take your time. I won't make fun of you. I promise.”

 

“'Husband' sounds so nice, Charles,” Max says, his voice muffled on Charles' shirt. Charles can't help but relax a bit. “I never really thought I'd get to have you. It was like a distant dream.”

 

“I'm all yours, Max,” Charles smiles. “Have been for a while now.”

 

“How did I get so lucky?” Max wonders, out loud.

 

“Hmm, I know. I'm such a catch,” Charles says, a smirk playing on his lips.

 

“Shut up!” Max says, giggles escaping his lips.

 

Charles doesn't know what the future holds, he just knows he'll make it through holding Max's hand.

 


 

Charles is waiting for someone to call him out. He knows Max is at the altar. Ceremony is progressing slowly. 

 

He bites his lip, hands hovering over his phone screen. 

 

If not now, then when?

 

Fuck it.

 

He presses the post button.

 


 

charles_leclerc started following maxverstappen1 • 4m

 

[a photo carousel of charles and max through various stages in their lives; a shared podium, charles at max's championship celebrations, max at charles' championship celebrations, first podium, summer break, engagement rings on both of their hands, "inchident" video screenshots, with each other's families. last slide has a black screen with the text "max. throughout my life" as MAX (9:10) plays in the background]

charles_leclerc spent my life chasing, racing and loving you, mon amour ♥️

 


 

@1633rights • 2m

@lovelylestappen DID YOU SEE CHARLES'POST OH MY GOD HOW DO I MOVE ON CHARLES!?;! HE CALLED ME SINFLE KN THREE LANGUAGES HE'S FLUENT IN

@lovelylestappen replied to @1633rights • 1m

i'm literally on the floor sobbing my heart out. what am I supposed to do with myself? this was so!!!?

CHARLES LECLERC YOU COMPOSED AN ENTIRE PIANO SONG FOR MAX??? oh my 😭😭😭

@1633rights replied to @lovelylestappen • 1m

I KNOW I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL 

 

 

@lovelylestappen • 2m

@pierregasly bestie if you see this, please tell charles and max that me and @1633rights are so so happy for them. couldn't be more happy, more proud of either of them

@pierregasly replied to @lovelylestappen and @1633rights • 1m

❤️❤️

@1633rights replied to @pierregasly and @lovelylestappen

you're so real pierre 😭

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