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To the M4X

Hey Lestappies,

I've got a little something for you here to celebrate Max 4th title 🤩🥳🥳

Charles is sitting on the edge of his bed looking  out of the huge windows over the illuminated Vegas night. He sighs. It’s been a frustrating day. A frustrating year even. Frustrating four years if you want to put it like that. Every other race it’s been the same. Charles being the good teammate, the nice driver, who sticks by the team’s rules. But Carlos, well, Carlos just…

Charles closes his eyes, takes in a breath and counts to five before he exhales. Without noticing it his hands have clenched into fists around the too soft duvet of the foreign hotel room. This race has been the last straw. It’s taking its toll on him, more than he ever expected. Releasing the duvet  from his fists, he drops to his back, staring at  the ceiling. What a fucked up day. Not even the hot shower helped to wash it all off. It usually does ease the tension and the itching under his skin whenever he has a bad day. But not tonight . He is so on edge that he sent Joris and Andrea away to catch their flight, which he was supposed to take as well, but he decided to get some time alone instead and booked a flight for the next day. 

Maybe it was a bad idea to stay in Vegas for a night longer with everybody on his team already leaving. Maybe being alone was not the right choice after all. It’s not helping the slightest to shake off the day’s race and all the anger that came with it. Charles should have known before since he’s freaking bad at being alone. Always finds himself overthinking everything. One of the reasons why he got Leo, to never be alone. Unfortunately Leo is not here right now. No one is here to calm him down. 

An idea pops up in his mind and a laugh escapes his dry throat. It’s stupid. He can’t do that. But maybe… No, it’s stupid. It could be fun though. It could take the edge off him. It’s stupid. Weighing the pros and cons for a little longer Charles finally decides that it’s indeed a stupid idea. Yet maybe a little foolishness is exactly what he needs tonight.

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Soooo, since I had 5 F.I.VE. (never had more than one at a time before) messages in my inbox, asking when I'll publish a new fic, I thought I could make a post about it aswell.

I have three serious WIPs at the moment, but none of them is close to complete yet:

1. Bodyguard AU - about 70% done

2. Escort AU - about 50% done

3. Queen of wags - 30% done

To be honest with you, I'm not writing a single word at the moment. I would love to, but I'm too tired and uninspired. It's because I just bought a fixer upper and let me tell you, living in a house you're currently renovating is no fun at all. And besides that, I'm working full time in a really stressful job, so the only mood I know at the moment is feeling tired 😴

BUT I'm currently on sick leave, because I cought fucking covid in 2024 🙄. I'm pretty sick at the moment but maybe I'll feel fit enough to write something next week.

And maybe I'll post one or two snippets tomorrow since I owe @itsgoingdutchin2021 a post from her last tag 😅

Would be happy to know which fic you'd like to have a snippet from! Let me know 🫶

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I'll just leave them here...

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Stop being so hyper critical with yourself! I love the fic!

Just post it❤️

Now that my docs works again, I wanted to do a final read-through. Turns out I’m not sure I like it anymore, what I have written in the celebratory Charles-wins-Monaco-fic. ☹️

It feels off, there’s no flow to it and the dialogues are just meh… 😒

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take my hand in marriage

Thank you E. and Lav for reading over this so quickly and for the encouragement!! 💛

Lestappen, 3.3 k, rated M

blurb: Max and Kelly get married and Charles has feelings™ about it. He goes to confront Max.

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Have a snippet here:

It’s an ordinary Wednesday morning - as ordinary as a Wednesday morning can be for an F1 driver - when the news breaks.

Breaking: Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet got married

The phone slips from his hand and drops into his face, right onto the bridge of his nose.

“Putain,” Charles curses, angry with himself, as he picks up his phone, rubbing over the hurting spot with his other hand. But the physical is nothing compared to the paralysing and all encompassing pain that tears through his body, slashes through his heart and settles deep inside his bones.

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Continue reading here.

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Things I've done today instead of writing on my Lestappen wips:

Watching a series I dislike

Donig a permanent lash wave

Forming my brows

Dying my brows

Eating a shitload of cookies

Cleaning my glasses and jewellery in an ultrasonic bath

And it's only midday 😭

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Hey Lestappies,

I decided to treat you with another teaser of my bodyguard AU to celebrate that I fucking finally wrote another chapter 🥳😅 Only took me six weeks or so 👀

Hope you enjoy ❤️

He walks around the corner and his movements freeze on the threshold of the living room. He stares at the one person in the room who wasn’t there when he left the other men. Max certainly really knows this person. His heart drops and he knows the shock must be written in his face. The champion hasn’t seen the other man, sitting on his couch, legs spread, elbows leaned on his thighs, in a long time. Nonetheless it only needs one glance to recognize him even though he of course aged a little. How could he not? They have spent almost half their lives together on karting tracks since they were five. Their paths were intertwined in a way Max was always lost on words to explain to others. Until they weren’t anymore. It must have been almost a decade since he has seen this memorable face. The strong jawline, the perfectly shaped nose, the prominent cheekbones, the delicate moles and these insanely beautiful eyes, he still doesn’t know what colour they are because it seems to change like leaves in autumn.

“Charles,” he breathes, disbelieving his own eyes. He blinks twice, but Charles is still there sitting on his couch, looking at him, head tilted slightly.

“Hey Max,” he says with his thick French accent and a touch of teasing evident in his voice like always. And he’s smiling at him. Smiling his charming smile, dimples on his cheeks. God, these dimples! Max hated them so much when they were children, fighting each other on track. 

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Hey Lestappies,

Since this is the day - You know what I'm talking about. Paddle-Date! - please send me your favourite Lestappen fics! I want to celebrate their first date in an appropriate manner.

I'm starving for a good fic (I think I've already read them all)!

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I decided to just leave a snippet from my Bodyguard AU here 😊

I hope you enjoy and my ask box is always open if you want to know something.

“I think you are a bit overreacting,” Max breathes out, exhausted and annoyed by the very long meeting they are having. He rubs his hands over his face, he’s so tired. It’s late, almost midnight he reckons, and he’s still in this enormous conference-room in Milton Keynes. Desperately, he wants to go home, but he knows he won’t be allowed to yet. They need to settle things first. The last few days have taken its toll on the newly crowned four-time Formula 1 world champion. 

“Max,” Christian almost pleads, the terrified yet serious expression in his eyes making Max feel like he should be feeling the same but somehow he doesn’t. “We are not overreacting. This is a very serious matter. We have to do something about it and we have to take care of your security.”

The champion groans, breathing out petulantly. We have to take care of your security. Well, fuck that, he can take care of himself. He doesn’t need anyone to do that for him. “I think the police are on it and that’s enough,” he says without emphasis behind it. He already knows that he has no say in this and that the decision is already made. 

“Okay, Max,” Raymond says, voice fond, fatherlike. “You know, we have to do this. Things are getting out of control and we need you to be protected. You will get a bodyguard. End of story.”

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Awww bestie @itsgoingdutchin2021 🥰🥰🥰🫶🫶🫶 *kicking-feet-joyfully* *blushing-like-a-teenage-girl*

Thank you so much ❤️ Hope I can give you another chapter this weekend and maybe the whole story to everyone in a few weeks 👀🫶

Everyone! You are not ready for @formulafang1rlwrites Lestappen bodyguard AU. I have red the first seven chapters and they are 😍👌🏼🤩🤯🫠👀❤️☺️😏😍

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I have to confess something to you Lestappies...

I know you all voted for Queenofwags and I'm definitely going to write it (sooner or later) but since yesterday I can't stop thinking about my Bodyguard AU and well...what can I say. I've already written another (half) chapter of it.. 😬😅🫶

Sorry (not sorry)

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Little update on Queenofwags:

I am trying really hard to write that fic, but I'm so busy with work lately that I barely have any energy left, let alone the capacity to be creative.

But I promise I'm going to write that fic as soon as possible (Hopefully in September) 🙌

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Not that kind of person

Hey Lestappies,

I've finally finished my small little fic 'Not that kind of person' (Only 212k words😅)

Summary:

Max isn't in a good mental state, something happend in the night as he won his first Formula 1 WDC in Abu Dhabi in 2021, which makes him struggle like he never did before. He is insecure about who he is and what he has done back then. The incident causes his whole life to fall apart. The story starts in February 2022, when the champion begins to work on his insercurities... He will grow from his suffering, experiencing love, pain, hate, friendship, fear, fortune, wins and losses. Not everthing on his way will be good, but it will let him grow even more. Even though not everything is going to be easy and fortunate Max will get through it, somehow. And he won't be alone in all of this. Charles will be his faithful companion on and off track.

Has that sparked your interest? Then read the fic here

I'm always happy to read your comments and hear your thoughts on the fic! Don't be shy, just text me (anon or not)!

A huge thanks to my bestie and beta @itsgoingdutchin2021!! Love you so so much and thank you for everything! 🧡

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Charles makes it his mission to only post CAPLESS Max because he likes to show off his boyfriend's beauty ＼(^-^)／( ＾ω＾ )

Anon, we are thinking alike! Of course he would only post capless Max!

Max is simply beautiful and everyone needs to see that!

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Awwww charles!!! 😂😂 it looks like the fic is gonna be fun to read!!!

Hey anon,

I hope so! It's one of my goals to make this a funny fic 😊

I hope you'll enjoy it once I've finished and posted it!

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just letting you know I, gay person scrolling through the f1 tag, see your posts and very often misread your series "queenofwags" for a much funnier title than it is. thought you should know this

Enlighten me? 👀

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Got tagged by @itsgoingdutchin2021 post the last line(s) I wrote. Thank you 🧡

This is from Queenofwags, a Lestappen fic, of course. Charles decides to make an insta account to share snippets of his and Max's relationship without sharing who he is.

“Uh,” Max blurts out, pulling a face and blinking wildly. “That’s sweet. And strong. I want one!”

Laughing, Charles turns around towards the mixer, grabs a glass from the cupboard above and purrs his boyfriend a drink.

Tagging @alestire and everyone else who wants to share something as well!! ☺️