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My Lestappen heart is absolutely not okay right now 💙❤️

This is so soft and beautiful I’m going to cry 😭

Protect them at all costs.

Charles Leclerc | Scuderia Ferrari & Max Verstappen | Red Bull 💙❤️

(Nico and Gabriel, thanks for your reference)

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oh i'd hate to be the 1634th kudos of 'love is in the air', thank goodness i already gave mine back in the earlier chaps 😆🥰

It happened! 😅

Now fingers crossed my Lestappen podium prediction comes true 🤭

I mean, it’s Austria… we need the Lestappen drama. Preferably with a kiss on the podium. ❤️💙

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I just realized the story has 1633 likes 🥹

First of all, thank you!! You are all absolutely amazing and so, so lovely 🥰

And second… I know in my heart this means a Lestappen podium. 😍

Like… This is Austria, their home race ❤️💙

Yes, I’m delusional, and I’m proud of it ✨

Family or Feud: Reunited, Suspicious, and Ready for Civil War™

The new chapter of Love is in the Air (or Maybe That’s Just Tire Smoke 💨), is now available! ✨

Nando 😈: You’re hiding something. And I will find out.

Nando 😈: Soon. 👹

Thank you so much for reading and your lovely comments!

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Family or Feud: Reunited, Suspicious, and Ready for Civil War™

The new chapter of Love is in the Air (or Maybe That’s Just Tire Smoke 💨), is now available! ✨

Nando 😈: You’re hiding something. And I will find out.

Nando 😈: Soon. 👹

Thank you so much for reading and your lovely comments!

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also ginger now that bth is over i just want to say THANK YOU 💖💖💖💖 you're so so amazing and your fics are so important for the ecosystem to me they provide sm joy and giggly feelings and i love them <3 thank you for tiny soulmates and holiday series and the lestappen fics and the bratty max fics and love is in the air and deliver us from heaven and the chat fics they're all absolutely indispensable and your blog is very welcoming and we love you <3

I literally cried while reading this 🥺

Thank you so, so much for your beautiful words, truly, I don’t even have the words to express how much it means to me 💗

I’m incredibly happy to know you’ve read and enjoyed the stories and feel welcome here in this little corner of the internet 🌸💕 I genuinely appreciate you being here, leaving such kind messages and comments on my silly posts 💖

Thank you again, sending you all my love and the biggest, warmest hug 💝

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Would you write carcar where Carlos is the alpha nad Oscar is the omega?

I have quite a few WIPs at the moment, so if you don’t mind waiting about two weeks, I’d love to write it! 💗

Let me know if you’d like it to be something specific, romantic, horny, angsty, soft…

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looks like NO ONE is getting the vision so i've come with it 😔😔 pregnant max after their two angels because it'd be so adorable and funny if they weren't planning on it and just. don't consider that as a possibility. and charles is fretting like "oh max is clearly tired these days oh god what is it is he sick is he feeling upset" meanwhile max is like. "hmmm i wonder what's up. who knows?" and when they find out he's pregnant max is like AGAIN??? CHARLES MARC HERVE PERCEVAL LECLERC WHY DON'T YOU TRY GIVING BIRTH ONE TIME HUH? amd charles is over the moon like yay!!! ANOTHER BABY OMG 💖💖💖💖💖 and this one turns out to look like charles and max is so endeared 😭

Sorry, I didn’t see your vision at first 😭

When I asked, I meant it more like: they had the kids through surrogacy, and then Max gets pregnant… Cue the stunned silence 😳

But honestly? Your idea is amazing 😂

I can totally picture Max being like, “Another birth!?” 😡

And meanwhile Charles, completely smitten, holding their two kids, one in each arm, going:

“It’s destiny, mon ange. Life wants us to have another angel.”

And Max is full-on glaring but inside he’s just 🥹

I also love the idea of the third kid having Charles’s features, that little menace smile Charles had as a child 😈

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMSH9Gh2f/

Omg! 🤭 I absolutely love this!!

Honestly, when I saw the pictures, I reacted the same way, so I’m not judging Kimi at all 💗 His feelings are 100% valid.

That should be us with Max 🖤💙🩷

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Are Only a Few People Going To Be Saved? | Luke 13:23

The new chapter of 'Deliver Us From Heaven' is now available! 💫

Charles’s golden eyes darkened, molten, furious, divine.

His horns curled into existence, arching above his head like a crown of damnation. A crack split the floor beneath his throne as the very walls of Hell trembled with his rage.

“And how,” he growled, his voice like thunder scraping bone, “does he intend to ensure that outcome?”

Baal faltered for half a breath, just long enough for the tension to snap like a whip, before he reassembled his cold expression. “He just said he’ll speak to your Father.”

Thank you so much for reading and your lovely comments! 💖

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Not Max and Charles actually adopting Lando in bth 😂. (Chapter 20)

That’s literally their son 😂

Charles taking him to Disney, buying him snacks ✨💗 just pure family behavior.

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Gonna jump here (i already voted 💯) and ask for pregnant Max before the kids because i feel like Charles' reaction would be more emotional when its about their first kid🥹 and when everything is new for them Charles would be extra-extra protective

I honestly don’t know which one I’d love more 🤭

Because yes, like you said, it would be so cute if they found out Max was pregnant while they were first-time parents 🥹 Charles would 100% fall to his knees, sobbing with joy 💗

But it would also be adorable if they already had their two little ones, thinking their family was complete, and then, surprise! ✨ Max gets pregnant and they’re both like 😳

And Charles just stands there like, “Did I do that?” completely stunned.

Cue him spiraling and trying so hard to suppress his instincts because now all he can think about is getting Max pregnant again the moment he gives birth and it’s safe 😅💕

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Beneath the Halo – Wedding Perspectives 💍✨

As promised, here are the different character perspectives of seeing Charles cry for the first time at the wedding 💗

I’m so sorry for the delay, and thank you so much to everyone who supported the story. 💕

A special thank you to the lovely anon who requested this, thank you for the beautiful idea 💖

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Max’s heart stuttered, just once, like the pause between lightning and thunder. He drew a breath and felt Kimi’s arm steady at his side. The aisle stretched ahead like a dream made real, mirrored and glowing, and the moment his foot touched it, time lost all meaning.

He hadn’t expected to feel nervous.

But the second he looked up and saw Charles, waiting for him at the altar, every thought vanished.

Max stopped breathing.

He had never seen anything so heartbreakingly beautiful in his life.

Charles stood at the altar like something sculpted from dusk and devotion. Clad in black on black, midnight wrapped in moonlight, the soft shimmer of diamond appliqués on his blazer caught the light like stars suspended in gravity, quiet and unyielding. His waistcoat fit like a promise, his tie perfect, his presence undeniable. He looked like power, and elegance, and love incarnate.

But it wasn’t the suit that undid Max.

It was the tears.

One slow tear slid down his cheek, and then another. There was no shame in it, no hesitation, just raw, aching emotion worn proudly for the world to see.

And it shattered something inside Max in the most exquisite way.

Because Charles didn’t cry. He held things close, carried the weight in silence. But here, now, he was undone. For Max.

Max’s chest tightened, breath catching in his throat. His steps slowed, each one reverent, like he was afraid the moment would vanish if he moved too fast. The mirrored aisle reflected Charles back at him, made him seem endless.

This man, this beautiful, breathtaking man, was crying because he loved him.

And suddenly, Max couldn’t hold back his own tears.

By the time they reached each other, Max’s vision was glassy, his hands slightly trembling. He placed his hand in Charles’s without hesitation, without fear, like it had always belonged there.

The warmth of it, the certainty, made something deep in his soul go quiet.

“I told you before,” Kimi said beside him, voice low and steady, “but just in case, take care of him.”

Max watched as Charles nodded, voice thick as he promised, “Always.”

He chuckled because he knew it was truth, because he could feel it in Charles’s hands, in his tears, in the way he hadn’t stopped looking at him like he was made of moonlight and magic.

He carefully reached up and wiped the tears from Charles’s cheeks with his thumbs, “I love you,” Max whispered, barely more than breath.

When Charles leaned in to kiss his hair and whispered, “I love you more, mon ange,” Max had to close his eyes. Just for a second. Just to hold it in.

He stepped beside Charles, still holding his hand, and tried to remember how to breathe.

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From Lando’s side of the altar, it hit like a punch to the chest.

He’d been to enough weddings to know how the aisle moment went. The music changed, everyone turned, the partner walked in looking amazing, there were sniffles and smiles and polite awe.

But this?

This wasn’t polite awe.

This was Charles, stoic, always-composed, impossible-to-read Charles, looking at Max like the sun had just cracked open and spilled heaven at his feet.

And he was crying.

Tears, real ones, shimmering and slow, slid down Charles’s cheeks like they didn’t even ask for permission.

Lando’s breath caught.

He’d only known Charles for about a year and a half. And honestly? In the beginning, he didn’t get the hype. But then Max, started smiling differently. Softer. Happier. And suddenly Lando had to reevaluate everything.

He realized that Charles might have been terrifying, but he loved Max with the kind of quiet reverence you didn’t see outside of poetry.

And now, standing here, watching Charles watch Max?

Lando got it.

The way Charles looked at Max, like he hung the moon, rearranged the stars… That look said everything.

Lando felt his throat close up. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to get emotional, but damn, Max looked like an angel, and Charles looked like he’d been handed salvation.

He leaned slightly toward Nico, voice low, a whisper wrapped in disbelief.

“Is this the first time he’s cried? Like, ever?”

Nico didn’t answer right away. He couldn’t.

Because for the first time in nearly two decades, he didn’t recognize Charles either.

The Charles he knew, the one he’d met when they were practically kids, who had mastered the art of silence and steel, he didn’t cry. Not when his world fell apart. Not even when the cost of death was too damn high.

Charles had always held it in, behind locked eyes and a jaw that refused to tremble.

But now?

Now he was standing at the altar, face open, heart bared, and weeping.

And Nico felt something twist deep in his chest.

He didn’t think it was possible for Charles to look like this. To be this undone. Not for anything. Not for anyone.

But there Max was, walking down the aisle like something celestial, wrapped in white and grace and light, and Charles was unraveling in front of everyone.

And it wasn’t shameful. It was the most beautiful goddamn thing Nico had ever seen.

He blinked hard, jaw tight with emotion, then finally leaned toward Lando.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice rough. “It is.”

There was a long pause between them as Max neared the altar.

“About time,” Nico whispered again, softer this time. “He finally let someone in.”

And watching Charles cry, watching his friend feel something that deeply, Nico knew, without question:

He’d never seen Charles Leclerc look more human.

Or more in love.

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From his place at the altar just beside Arthur and Pierre, Lewis stood still, too still, like movement might shatter the fragile spell cast across the lake.

The music had shifted and Lewis had turned with the rest of them to watch Max enter. He expected beauty. He expected grace. He didn’t expect—

He didn’t expect Charles to cry.

His gaze snapped to Charles just as the first tear fell.

And it felt like the entire world tilted.

In twenty years, Lewis had seen Charles kill, break bones, bury emotions so deep they became part of his bloodstream, but he had never seen Charles cry.

Not once.

Not even when his life fractured in ways only a handful of people ever saw. Not when he was young and trying too hard. Not when things should’ve broken him.

But now Charles was standing there, tears slipping silently down his face, and not trying to hide a damn thing.

Lewis’s chest squeezed, his hand curling into a loose fist at his side, in awe.

Max was walking toward Charles like he belonged in starlight. And Charles, usually so composed, was looking at him like he’d touched something holy and didn’t know how to survive it.

Lewis glanced sideways at Arthur and saw the small smile in his lips from happiness for his brother.

And Pierre, beside him, looked frozen.

Like both of them had been holding onto a version of Charles that never cracked, and now it was breaking open in front of them, not from pain, but from love.

Pure, staggering love.

Lewis swallowed hard, lips parting as he whispered only to himself:

“Damn, mate. You really found him.”

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From the second row, Carlos had the best view of the altar, but he wasn’t looking at the flowers or the lake or even Max’s radiant entrance.

He was staring at Charles.

And trying to understand what he was seeing.

Because Charles was crying.

And Charles doesn’t cry.

He’d known him for twenty years. They weren’t always close, God knew there were stretches when they barely spoke, but Carlos had always respected him. Admired him. And understood him, in a way people didn’t always get.

Charles was stubborn. Controlled. Sharp as a blade. He wore armor the way other people wore smiles.

But right now, there was no armor.

There was just Charles, eyes glassy, tears slipping down his cheeks, mouth open like he was trying to breathe and couldn’t without him.

Max.

Carlos had never seen anyone look at another person like that. Not in real life. Not in movies. It wasn’t just love, it was devotion.

Like Charles had waited his whole life to find Max. And now that he had, it wrecked him.

Carlos blinked, throat tight, something painful and warm blooming in his chest. He turned his gaze to Max, walking slow, sure, ethereal, and it made sense.

Of course Charles was crying.

And maybe for the first time in his life, Carlos saw Charles not as a boss, not as a legend, not as a storm to weather…

But as a man who had finally been given the one thing he never dared to ask for.

Peace.

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”Maybe you could do a little snippet for a few characters instead of a longer one for just one? So, I was thinking Max, Lando, Nico, Lewis? Maybe like GP or Carlos as an extra one? I can just imagine the shock of seeing their mafia leader boss crying when he literally shot them a few months ago lmao”

aaaaaaahhhh such a cute idea by anon!! they would really all be shocked seeing charles cry- the mafia boss breaking down only for his true love is so cute 😭

Okay, I know I’ve been moving this around, but it’s not on purpose, I swear! 😭

I’ve just been super distracted lately. My brain keeps jumping from story to story, and it’s been so hard to focus on just one thing. I promise I’m trying to finish it today 💗

I’m really sorry for the delay… and ILY. You’re all truly the best, thank you for always sending the most amazing ideas 💕

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wait the anon with the mpreg bth idea is such a genius 😭

Okay 🤭 I’m definitely writing this soon!

Now tell me, do you want Max to be pregnant with Theo (and then of course Alice), or do you prefer him getting pregnant after they already have their two little menaces? 💗

Here’s the poll:

Let me know, my beloved chaos crew 💕✨

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ibe just read silber spoon and oh ym god are you line okay i am UGKY CRYING knoe that you have written quite possibly the most beaitoful thing i ahev evet read oh my gos i may not survive this CHARLES SAYINF I WAS BORN TO????????????? DDO YOZ WANT MW TO CHOKE ON SOBS?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!

Thank you so much for your beautiful message, seriously! 🥹💗 It means the world to me to know you enjoyed the story.

And I’m so sorry for the tears 😭 If it makes you feel any better, I was crying while writing it too, like, full-on blurry vision, couldn’t see the keyboard, tears running down my face kind of crying 😂💕

Thank you again for this message! 💝 Sending you the biggest hug.

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The innate desire for mama max (omega max)🙏🙏🙏🙏 oblivious to all the rookies and pups who are sososo in love with him cause he's so lovely and kind to them

He’s so omega-coded it hurts 🥰

And the rookies absolutely adore him. They defend him like any true Verstappie would, because that’s their Mama, and even if he did do it, he didn’t, okay? 🤭

And Max? He’s so soft with them. Always praising them on camera, smiling proudly and saying they did an amazing job, that he’s excited to see what they’ll accomplish in the future… and I just want to cry 😭

He’s doing what the older drivers never did for him. He’s being the support, the kindness, the belief. He’s breaking the cycle. 🥺❤️

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Would you say that the children are closer to Max or Charles?

I think the kids are really close to both of them, maybe just a tiny bit more to Max, only because he’s the one who’s home the most. 🤭 He’s their constant softness, their daily warmth. But Charles? He never misses breakfast or dinner, always tucks them in at night, and insists on reading them bedtime stories. He reorganizes his work hours just to be there, always trying to give them everything.

I like to imagine Theo’s first word was “Pap.” Max had been home alone with him, sitting on the floor in his PJs, when Theo babbled it so clearly. Max burst into tears immediately and called Charles, who was in the middle of a meeting. Charles picked up, heart already racing because Max was crying, and then Max just sobbed, “He said ‘Pap,’ Charlie. He said it.” 🥹

Without a second thought, Charles stood up in the middle of that meeting, grabbed his keys, and drove home. He needed to hold his family and live that moment with them. 🥰

But also… Charles is so petty. So when Alice was born, he made it his mission to be her first word. From the moment they brought her home, he was whispering “Papa” every chance he got. He’d linger around her bassinet, cancel meetings, and spend hours just repeating “Papa” like a man on a mission. And when Alice finally mumbled it? He grinned for a week straight like he’d just won the Olympics. ❤️