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Rapid fire thoughts in French pour into his head, each more hysterical sounding than the last. He recognizes “merde”, “putain”, and “pensée” and that’s it. Unhelpful.
“Charles,” he murmurs, slightly apologetic, “French.”
Charles’ eyes get even bigger, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. He makes a noise that if Max were a slightly less merciful person he would call a squeak. Watching him make the absolutely unhinged connection in real time is fascinating. Then carefully, in tentative English, You are hearing my thoughts?
Miserable, Max nods. Then shrugs. Fuck.
“Max,” Charles practically hisses, his grip on Max’s hand going tighter. The pinprick of his nails feels like the only thing connecting Max to the earth. “What the fuck?”
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Or, the year Max turns thirty, he spends about a month mid-season being able to read minds via physical touch. Charles is there too.
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17 Nov 2025
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“I think we both know the reason I’m here, baby.”
Charles can’t help but smirk. Of course he could piece together why Max is here. “Hey,” he calls nonetheless, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, of course you don’t, huh?” Max takes another step closer: he sees Max’s pupils dilate even further in real time. “Should I remind you?”
Or,
Charles, biting off more than he can chew, asks to fuck Max.
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13 Oct 2025
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There's a dazzling haze (a mysterious way about you dear) by MillsW
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
23 Jun 2025
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At Centre Hospitalier Princesse Grace the new pediatric surgeon is all smiles and sunshine, Charles Leclerc, fresh-faced, warm-hearted, and utterly devoted to his tiny patients. Across the hall, cardiothoracic god Max Verstappen cuts hearts and conversations with equal precision: cold, brilliant, unreadable.
The staff take bets: either sparks will fly, or scalpels.
The smart money was on the latter, but the whispers in the breakroom hinted at a heat in Leclerc's smile that could melt even Verstappen's icy gaze.
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23 Jun 2025
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“Are you done bothering this guy? I didn’t think blonds were your thing.” Pierre says through a mouthful of pizza, causing Charles’ eyes to go wide and dart back to Max, who is finding the whole situation rather amusing.
“Merci, Pierre, this is Max Verstappen who works at Vasseur’s and he is Dutch. He has been boring me with his whole life story.”
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Seasons pass, and fate keeps throwing Max and Charles together.
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15 Mar 2025
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“Max,” Charles said, Max’s blue eyes reflecting Charles’s own fears. “Please. What happened?”
Max stared at him for a few long seconds before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his expression twisted into something painful and afraid.
“There was a bomb.”
(Or what I've been referring to as my love letter to Lestappen)
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10 Feb 2025