il-predestinato 3 days
Not Reddit fully embracing the Lestappen era: 馃槶
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rainbowslytherin 1 day
Charles "it doesn't cost anything to be nice" Leclerc and Max "it doesn't cost anything to be a bitch either" Verstappen
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cuoredimarzapane 1 day
Star child and Bad guy 馃グ
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brickroll 2 days
There are three types of people after this breakup and it's hilarious.
Type 1: I'm heartbroken, my heart is shattered, they were the only reason I believed in love 馃槶馃挃馃挃
Type 2: I'm gonna go to Monaco, Charles is single, im so happy (we're all bisexual for him - type-thing) 馃槤馃き馃槏
Type 3: OK, so when is he gonna start dating Max?
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nyoomleclerc 3 days
still into you
pairing: max verstappen/charles leclrec word count:聽500 a/n: set somewhere after the abu dahbi gp at that party they all seem to have gone to.聽
prompt was聽鈥淵ou used to have feelings for me. Admit it.鈥 taken from this list. feel free to send me one of them and i鈥檒l write a little drabble!
Charles, desperate for some fresh air, opens the back door of the club they鈥檝e all been partying in, only to find Max already there.
He鈥檚 leaning against one of the walls, next to some trash cans, holding a beer bottle and seemingly staring off into the distance. Max barely acknowledges his presence, but he does scoot over a little, making room for Charles to lean against the wall next to him.
鈥淣eeded some fresh air, too?鈥 Charles asks, sighing as the cold bricks hit his overheated back.
Max hums. 鈥淪till can鈥檛 quite believe it. Like, I know I technically won the championship weeks ago but it all feels so official, now. Bit overwhelming, almost.鈥
Charles bumps their shoulder together. 鈥淲ell, it鈥檚 well deserved. Shame it is the last one you will ever win,鈥 he says, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
鈥淲e鈥檒l see about that,鈥 Max says, but he seems a bit more relaxed now, grinning widely at Charles.
鈥淚f all else fails, I can always push you into a puddle again,鈥 Charles says, startling a laugh out of Max.
鈥淕od, you were such a little shit back then,鈥 Max says, but he says it so incredibly fondly, it makes Charles鈥檚 heart stutter in his chest. 鈥淧ulling my pigtails all the time.鈥
Charles snorts. 鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 that obsessed with you.鈥
鈥淥h, admit it,鈥 Max says, and he鈥檚 pushed off the wall now, body fully turned towards Charles. 鈥淵ou absolutely used to have feelings for me.鈥 He鈥檚 joking, he鈥檚 clearly joking, but something in Charles loosens, thinks fuck it. It鈥檚 probably the three shots of vodka he downed earlier.
鈥淲ho says I ever stopped?鈥 He looks Max straight in his eyes as he says it, almost defiantly, so he sees the way Max鈥檚 breath hitches before he lurches forward, grabbing Charles鈥檚 face in his hands and kissing him with an urgency that can only come from two people who鈥檝e been waiting for over a decade to do this.
Charles hands reach up to grab Max鈥檚 waist, and Max pushes him backwards until his back is flush with the wall, one hand still on Charles face while the other comes to rest on his shoulder.
It鈥檚 desperate and frenzied and a little clumsy, but it鈥檚 still everything Charles has ever wanted. When Max eventually pulls away, clearly a bit reluctantly, his pupils are blown wide and his lips are kiss swollen and he鈥檚 never ever looked more beautiful. Charles wishes he could savor this moment, put it in his pocket, so he can revisit it over and over and over again.
鈥淔or the record,鈥 Max says, 鈥淚 absolutely used to have feelings for you too.鈥
鈥淵eah,鈥 Charles says, a laughing a little breathlessly, 鈥淚 figured as much.鈥
And then he pulls Max in for another kiss, just because.
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ecler16 20 hours
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he was punk she did ballet
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finoallafine97 2 days
"Don't tell Verstappen that Charles broke up, otherwise you'll find the Dutchman under Leclerc's house in 1 hour with a bouquet of roses in his hand"
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dreamingamongthestars 17 hours
Spot the Difference: Impossible Edition Pt 2
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formulalestappen 3 days
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As a fan of lestappen since June 2019, this will remain one of my favorite pictures of them. There weren鈥檛 many pictures of them back then :(
2022 feels like a fever dream
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clearlyclairesblog 2 days
I didn't need any more writing material but Charles woke up yesterday and said "here's something for you to write another full universe of fics, merry Christmas."
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alestire 9 hours
More Lawyer Max for the people on this fine morning!!!
(while I鈥檓 avoiding lawyering for as long as I can-which is like ten more minutes)
Warnings: nsfw because why not, also contains lawyer talk (this one is warning for traumatised law students)
Charles was laying on the bed, legs still not strong enough to hold him up. One thing led to another and he and Max moved things from the living room table to the bed again, and what followed was even better than last night.
Max took his leave, stating he had cats to feed and series to binge watch, and that was like half an hour before now. Max just stood up from the bed, put on his weird clothes and gave Charles a toe-curling kiss that left him breathless and panting, craving more. Max simply chuckled and left, leaving Charles on his bed, trying to not turn into a goo.
It was a few hours later when he realised that the man never signed the NDA.
Charles was pretty sure he didn鈥檛 expect to see Max again, even with the failed NDA situation. But here he was, on his knees, in a Sass鈥 bathroom sucking the other man off like his life depended on it.
鈥淕od Charles, your mouth,鈥 Max groaned, hips snapping forward. Charles groaned at the feeling, enjoying it even though if it was anyone else he would probably stop or even bite. He had a reputation to upheld, after all. The hand in his hair tightened, pulling him off the cock he was sucking.
鈥淭ake me home pretty boy, we have serious business to attend,鈥 Max whispered dirtily in his ear, his hot breath sending shivers down Charles鈥 spine.
The ride to his flat was taking too fucking long, like the taxi driver had nothing better to do than to go slow. Max鈥檚 thumb has been rubbing circles into the skin on Charles鈥 thigh for the past ten minutes, and it was driving him crazy. Max was cleanly shaven today, dressed in yet another boring white shirt, but he had on the tightest jeans Charles ever saw, and he couldn鈥檛 say no to that. Also he wouldn鈥檛 say no, not when he was perfectly aware of what the man would do to him with his tongue.
鈥淲e鈥檙e here, gentlemen,鈥 the taxi driver announced, handing the bill and card terminal to Charles, who slapped his card on it, ready to fucking go and get some.
鈥淪omeone鈥檚 impatient,鈥 Max chuckled as Charles dragged him inside, slamming the button to his floor.
鈥淪hut up,鈥 Charles growled, hypnotising the elevator numbers going up.
鈥淏ossy, I like it,鈥 Max drawled, pulling Charles to his chest, letting him feel the impressive hard on he was sporting.
鈥淣ot at all,鈥 Charles said cockily, pushing back to hear Max moan lowly.
鈥淒o not tel me you have to go to feed your cats again,鈥 Charles complained groggily when he got woken up by Max鈥檚 alarm at what seemed like seven am on Monday morning.
Two warm hands sneaked around his waist, soft lips leaving hot kisses over his neck. There was a light scratch of stubble that accompanied the lips, and Charles would not admit it out loud, but he was loving it.
鈥淵es, the cats need their food, but my students need their education as well,鈥 Max murmured, letting his hands slide down from Charles鈥 waist to his thighs, circling around his more and more excited cock.
鈥淚 will buy your cats an automatic feeder, and your students can survive once without their education,鈥 Charles tried weakly, arching his neck for more kisses.
鈥淎rguing with a lawyer, that鈥檚 very brave, or stupid,鈥 Max whispered, dragging his teeth down the side of Charles鈥 neck. 鈥淚 doubt there鈥檚 automatic feeder for wet cat food, but sure. And who said I don鈥檛 have enough time to say proper goodbye?鈥 Charles could hear the smirk in Max鈥檚 voice, and the unmistakable feeling of a hard cock poking his back. 鈥淚 set my alarm sooner, so now I can have my way with you and not be late,鈥 Max laughed, licking over Charles鈥 ear shell.
鈥淵ou are a horrible-鈥 the rest of his accusation was drowned out by his moan, as Max finally put his hands to a good use, leaving Charles breathless and panting.
鈥淵ou were saying?鈥 Max asked sweetly, and Charles was sure that if he could see the man鈥檚 face, there would be a smug grin pulling on those full lips.
鈥淣othing, go on mister lawyer, I am all yours,鈥 he panted, desperate for more.
鈥淐areful, that鈥檚 quite a serious proclamation, I might take you for granted, mister driver,鈥 Max fired back, teasing Charles some more. 鈥淣ow be a good boy,鈥 Max rasped, and Charles was quick to obey.
鈥淒on鈥檛 forget to sign the fucking NDA,鈥 Charles called after Max, as he heard the man rummaging through his kitchen. He was still laid on the bed, because his legs were bit too boneless.
鈥淒id you get a new one?鈥 Max called back.
鈥淣ope, still the old one,鈥 he shouted, not even caring if he woke up his neighbours. If he had to be awake that soon, he would inflict it upon others.
鈥淲ell, then I鈥檓 not signing it.鈥 Max鈥檚 voice sounded from the doorway, where he was munching on a dry piece of toast. 鈥淎ren鈥檛 you a pretty sight,鈥 he said, coming closer to Charles. Charles tried his best puppy eyes on the man, and it seemed to work, because Max leaned closer, toast hanging loosely from his fingers. Before Max could lean in and kiss him, Charles lurched forward and bit into the toast, tearing off a good half of it.
鈥淗ey! That鈥檚 my toast you demon!鈥 Max protested, while Charles quickly chewed his stolen toast. It always tasted better than when he took it for himself.
鈥淭oo bad, now it鈥檚 mine. Don鈥檛 you have a class to teach, teacher?鈥 he asked, nudging Max with his knee.
鈥淩ight, I do. Have fun doing whatever you rich brats do,鈥 he sing sang and with one last peck to his lips turned around. Charles was in middle of admiring how Max鈥檚 ass slightly jiggled in his tight jeans when the man stopped.
鈥淥h and by the way, I am not a teacher, I鈥檓 a professor, but you can call me daddy next time in the bed,鈥 he said conversationally, winking at speechless Charles. With that, he walked out, leaving Charles alone with stirring cock and horny, horny images floating in his mind.
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il-predestinato 2 days
so girlfriends come and go, teammates come and go, team principals come and go. but do you ever think about how the two of you remain constant in each other鈥檚 lives? that stupid kid you met in 2009 who kept messing up your races (or is it the other way around?) is the same dopey eyed man you鈥檙e trying outwit on the track some 13 years later. maybe you don鈥檛 really know him at all because you鈥檙e not friends, but at the same time no one knows him better than you. because when you鈥檙e gone and your name becomes words in the history books, they will call you a 鈥渇ormula 1 driver鈥 and hopefully they will call you one of the all time greats, and this thing - this racing - is ultimately what ends up defining you (and him) in the eternal archive that is the history of our world. your legacy, if you will. so it doesn鈥檛 matter that he likes gaming until 3 am and you play the piano that he鈥檇 rather shunt out the window, or that he owns a single white shirt and your fashion sense is sometimes best left unspoken, because when both of you are inked into the history books, when they have to parse your life down to a few paragraphs - they will say the two of you were part of the same story. in all the ways that mattered, he was a constant.
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rubberstains 11 hours
sometimes i miss 2019 max and how wild he was 馃槶 like let鈥檚 get some resurgence of 2019 lestappen. i want the angry awkward interactions laced with a slight twinge of longing.
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cuoredimarzapane 1 day
omg hiii, i love your last lestappen post!! it reminded me of max's "daddy" shirt and charles' "pleasure is a serious matter" shirt
Hii! Thanks 馃挅
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nyoomleclerc 2 days
Hi! From the prompt list: 1. "Ok, maybe I have a crush on you. So what?" and 33. "I don't want them. I want you." I couldn't decide, so you pick one (or both ahah).
Also, I'm not sure if we have to specify, but lestappen :)
Thank you!
hi!!!! first of all thank you for the prompt :)))) i ended up going with the first one, because someone else send in the second one as well (so i will be writing that one too, eventually!!!) also thank you for specifying!! i really only write lestappen rn so it鈥檚 actually perfect haha聽
"Ok, maybe I have a crush on you. So what?"
It鈥檚 busy in the paddock, people mulling about, preparing for the upcoming race, and it鈥檚 kind of distracting. Max is a few feet away from Charles, giving an interview, and he鈥檚 looking so unfairly hot, it鈥檚 making Charles want to eat his goddamn helmet.
Instead of doing something stupid, like going over there and kissing Max Verstappen full on the mouth, Charles takes out his phone and texts Pierre.
鈥榟e is so unfairly pretty I am going to YELL鈥
Charles bites his nail as he waits for Pierre to respond, glancing over to where Max has finished his interview and is frowning at something on his phone. Charles鈥檚 own phone pings.
鈥榤ax???? literally who else鈥
The typing bubble appears, but no message. Charles wonders what on earth Pierre has to say that鈥檚 taking him ages to type as his eyes once again wander back to Max. He鈥檚 staring at his phone with a slightly shocked expression on his face, fingers hovering over his phone screen but not typing anything.
Charles sighs and looks back at his phone, staring at the three little typing bubbles until a message from Pierre finally pops up again.
鈥樷 verstappen?鈥
鈥榦h my god pierre i do not have TIME for this, yes verstappen!!!! he is standing a few feet away from me and he has ARMS and i need to have a crisis about it please catch up鈥
When Charles looks up this time it鈥檚 only to find Max already staring at him, open mouthed, and Charles, unsure why Max is looking at him like that, waves a little awkwardly. Max doesn鈥檛 wave back, just looks back at his phone, furiously typing. A second later, Charles鈥檚 phone pings.
鈥榠 think you鈥檝e been texting the wrong number.鈥
Pierre, who on closer inspection turns out to be absolutely not Pierre, responds. Charles nearly drops his phone in near panic when he realizes he鈥檚 been texting Max himself this entire time. Because of the hustle an bustle around him he never noticed, and now he鈥檚 going to have to move to Mars to avoid the pure awkwardness of basically having told his crush he thinks he鈥檚 pretty and has good arms.
When he glances up Max has been swept away by his team, which is even worse, because now they can鈥檛 even talk about it and shit. Fuck.
鈥榠鈥檓 so so so sorry, i thought i was texting pierre鈥
Max doesn鈥檛 reply. Charles doesn鈥檛 want to know if it鈥檚 because he鈥檚 already handed off his phone or because he just doesn鈥檛 want to talk to Charles anymore. Charles hopes it鈥檚 the first. He fears it鈥檚 the latter.
The race goes utterly shit, because Charles can鈥檛 focus on anything aside from the phone interaction with Max, and he鈥檚 glad to be back in his hotel room, later that night. He falls back on the bed, exhausted, scrubbing his face with his hands. He hadn鈥檛 seen Max, after the race. Max had actually managed to make it onto the podium, and Charles had sort of slinked off as Max got swept up into the festivities.
He's just contemplating whether he鈥檚 going to watch a movie or just go to bed, when there鈥檚 a knock on his hotel room door. Frowning, he gets up to open it.
鈥淐harles,鈥 Max says, as he swings the door open. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry for disturbing you like this, but I figured we should talk.鈥
鈥淥h,鈥 Charles says, not sure if this is a good or a bad thing. 鈥淪ure. Come in?鈥
Clearly neither of them really know how to act, so they just end up standing sort of awkwardly in the middle of Charles鈥檚 hotel room, staring at each other. 鈥淩ight,鈥 Max says, 鈥淒id you mean it?鈥
鈥淢ean what?鈥 Charles asks, though he鈥檚 pretty sure he knows what Max means.
Max smiles, almost a little bashfully. 鈥淵ou think I鈥檓 pretty?鈥
Charles groans. 鈥淛esus Christ, Max. You don鈥檛 have to be an asshole about it. Yes, I think you are pretty. Maybe I have a crush on you. So what? I am a big boy, I can handle it. You will never even notice, we can act like we always do.鈥
鈥淚, what, crush?鈥 Max stammers, seemingly utterly confused, 鈥淲ait. Who says I want that?鈥
This time Charles is genuinely confused. 鈥淲ant what?鈥
鈥淎ct like we always do.鈥
Charles, who鈥檚 slowly starting to wish he鈥檇 never even gotten out of bed that morning, sighs deeply. 鈥淔ine. Then we can stop interacting all together, if that is what you want.鈥
Max lets out a frustrated noise and takes a step closer, reaching his hand out like he鈥檚 going to touch Charles, but clearly not daring to, so his hand just sort of hoovers midair. 鈥淛esus, Charles, no. I meant. What if I think you鈥檙e pretty, too?鈥
鈥淥h,鈥 Charles says, struggling a little bit to process that information. In his head, he was already preparing for a night of heartbreak and ice cream and this. This was. Oh my god. 鈥淥h,鈥 he repeats, a little more urgently, staring at Max with wide eyes. 鈥淭hat would be. Fantastic, actually.鈥
鈥淐ool,鈥 Max says, 鈥淏ecause I do. Think you鈥檙e pretty.鈥
鈥淩ight,鈥 Charles says, a grin starting to creep up on his face. 鈥淎nd uh, were you maybe planning on doing something about that, or鈥?鈥
Max grins too, takes another step forward, and suddenly he鈥檚 kissing Charles, soft and demanding all at once, and Charles feels like he鈥檚 floating. It鈥檚 a short kiss, really nothing more than a press of lips, Max pulling away way too soon for Charles鈥檚 liking, but it still feels like a life changing event all the same.
鈥淚鈥檓 glad you鈥檙e bad a texting,鈥 Max says, smiling a little mischievously at Charles.
鈥淵ou know what? I am not even going to argue with you on that one,鈥 Charles says, and pulls Max in for another kiss. A proper one, this time.
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