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forzacinquesedici · 22 days

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you're not who you are to anyone, to anyone i'm not who I am to anyone, no, not me at all #sebchalday22

#dead deceased and dying #sebchal

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forzacinquesedici · 27 days

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until you come back home

lestappen || 6.7k || one-shot

read it here on AO3!

Max doesn’t want to let Charles go easily. Not again. He keeps some part of himself connected with Charles all the time - tucking the tips of his fingers under the hem of Charles’ t-shirt, resting his palm on the small of Charles’ back, linking his little finger with Charles’ to hold him close by. Charles consistently manages to wriggle away discreetly, floating between a rotation of friends pulling him close by the waist.

It goes like this.

Max leans in, Charles leans back. Max pulls tighter, Charles pushes away. Max touches, Charles flinches. Please, Max begs. No, Charles refuses. I’ll do anything, Max pleads. I don’t want you to, Charles insists.

Max and Charles have a history - everyone knows that. Through a combination of drinking gross alcohol and unexpectedly knocking on doors, they might just be able to rebuild what they had.

#lestappen fic rec

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forzacinquesedici · 2 months

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For the Pinterest prompts!! Can we get ambient, any ship??

My love! Hello! Yes! Of course you can!

Please accept a little peek into a sweet Sebchal moment. For when you wake up 💛💛💛

Sebastian is different, now he’s retired from racing. He’s softened, mellowed. Hell, enough of his old friends have teased that it’s just age.

He sits, now, in an overstuffed armchair before a slightly sticky table. It’s dark outside, the cobbled streets flooded with the warm amber glow of the streetlights. Soft but persistent rain patters against the full-length window, and the glass steams up with opaque mist. The coffee shop is quiet enough, a soft babble filling the open space.

The late hour and the cosy ambience of the cafe lends itself to introspection. Indeed, the removal of stress from his life had allowed Sebastian to relax into himself somewhat. Having been so young when he entered the cut-throat, hyper-competitive bubble of Formula One, he had sometimes felt he had missed out on some of the finer points of socialisation, leaning instead into the ‘win at all costs’ mindset he became known for in his younger years.

It’s nice, now, to wake up when he chooses, and to run for the feeling of freedom it provides, rather than to break his own personal cardiovascular health records.

Yes, it’s true that Sebastian’s retirement has seen him become calmer. However, it’s not so much the slower pace of life that has lulled him. It’s definitely more thanks to the sunshine-soft influence of the one he loves. Time is finally on their side, and at last it feels like they have all the time in the world.

There’s a gentle tinkle as the door opens. A slim brunet man makes his way straight to the counter, and orders in a hushed tone that Sebastian can’t quite hear. It doesn’t matter - he always gets it right anyway. He’s wearing a black hoodie over faded jeans, and thick-rimmed glasses. He looks so soft, and Sebastian envisions him curled into his lap on his sofa.

Charles has been away, racing, and they haven’t seen each other for some time, and phone calls just aren’t the same. Sebastian doesn’t let his mind wander further, waiting for Charles to take the lead with what he wants.

They never say it in as many words, but it’s there. Sebastian is the first to tell Charles he’s done a good job. Charles always orders Sebastian’s tea with honey in it, just how he likes it. They text each other first when they reach their respective destinations. They know they love each other. And everyone else who cares to know also knows. They don’t have to keep secrets any more.

Charles slides into the armchair opposite Sebastian, placing two steaming mugs on the table.

“You’re here.” He says with a shy smile.

“Aren’t I always?”

#sebchal #sebchal drabble #f1 drabble #f1 fanfic #sebchal fanfic

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forzacinquesedici · 2 months

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last line challenge!

“You don’t have any pants I can wear, do you? Mine are so wet.”

make of this what you will lmao

tagging @lattesqueeze

#last line challenge