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THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER PLEASE READ

end of beginning by djo, lestappen, with slight angst but the main idea is happy??

i sent this song bcs it mentions homesickness and i would love to see your interpretation on ittt💖

MY DARLING B!!!!!!!!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 I love you, and I'll tell you even if you know it. This WAS SIMPLY LOVELY TO WRITE! I did a little part two (that can be totally read separate!!) of the lestappen le Mans prompt @carronyaflowers submitted last year!!! homesickness felt so good with those characters and I loved writing it for you! I hope you like it❤️❤️

new beginning - prompt post

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“Did you miss this?” Charles asks, sitting down on the ugly fake leather sofa in Max's motorhome, carrying his trophy with him.

It's not like Charles was uninvited to Max's motorhome, they shared more than a moment in their twenty-four hours of racing, from holding hands, sleeping on the other's shoulder in the garage, locking eyes on the podium while Carlos drank the champagne to mentally get rid of them, but seeing him in his house on wheels is so different from whatever he's used to.

Charles and Max have always been one next to the other, the predestined and the inevitable, thunder and lightning, red and blue, but they've never been that close. During their time in Formula One they were star-crossed rivals, sharing podiums, wins and championships, friendly work buddies on track. Sometimes, occasionally, Padel teammates. But never friends.

But now things have changed, and Max’s heart is beating loudly again.

They have spent so much time together, in Maranello, trying the car in the simulator, driving around the world. They see each other more often, especially since Max bought a flat in the hills of Modena. Paradoxically when they lived in the same block in Monaco they never managed to hang out, but in Modena everything is different. They are reborn at 35, with a messy divorce for Charles and a life of compromises for Max, together again.

“Yeah,” Max says, staring at where their thighs meet on the sofa.

“I missed it too…” Charles mumbles, with a small smile. “We should have done it before, you know?”

Max grins, bumping their shoulders. Charles laughs and rests his head on Max's shoulder. Max shivers a little. This is very new to him. He didn't know he could touch, or indulge openly.

“To be fair, we never did something like this, you know?” Max mumbles, wondering if he should touch Charles' hands with his or join their fingers.

“Yeah…” Charles agrees, ending Max's doubts and linking their fingers.

Max laughs under his breath surprised. His teenage self would explode. Himself of ten years prior would explode too. He's not too sure of the state of his molecules even right now.

“I know we have a season ahead of us and stuff, but… I waited twenty years to say this, so I think I don't have any patience left… I–Uhm, feel things for you, Max…” Charles mumbles not looking at him, but staring at their hands. “I never thought I'd tell you, and when you left F1 I thought I was safe enough, racing away, away from you… But one can't escape their heart. My problem with you Max is that you feel like home to me, more than even Ferrari. You gave me life Max, and I miss breathing and feeling alive, so you're the one for me, you know? I would love for you to feel the same, but I feel too much for you to keep you trapped, God knows I made this mistake too much in the past…” He continues.

The ugly clock on the wall strikes eight pm. Time has relatively lost its meaning after twenty-four hours of racing and a lifetime of denial.

“How was it? When I left,” Max asks, squeezing Charles' hand.

“I'd lie if I said I didn't like it. I won it all without you. But it wasn't like when I raced you, it wasn't like 2025 when I won by a point and nearly kissed you on the podium… I felt lonely, in a way, without you. The glory didn't taste exactly right without you…” Charles explains.

“I watched you until retirement in 2030…” Max admits. “You're right when you say we're the same. I think I love you, Charles. I fucked up my life enough, I can tell you and not be scared…”

Charles sighs, sympathetically. Being outed to the press after years of distance from the showbiz wasn't fun for Max. Charles knows how it feels to have dirty laundry aired for everyone to see.

“Then you came to Ferrari to do this thing…” Charles snickers.

“You were there… How couldn't I come home?” Max asks, looking Charles straight in the eyes.

“I missed you, fuck if I missed you, Max,” Charles whispers, resting his forehead against Max's.

“I'm right here now…” Max answers back, on Charles's lips, breathing the same air.

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"kill them with kindness" wrong. DU DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN 📣📣🇳🇱 🏎️💨🏆🥇📣📣🇳🇱🏎️💨🏆🥇📣📣🇳🇱🏎️💨🏆🥇📣📣🇳🇱🏎️💨🏆🥇📣📣🇳🇱🏎️💨🏆🥇📣📣🇳🇱🏎️💨🏆🥇📣📣🇳🇱🏎️💨🏆🥇📣📣🇳🇱🏎️💨🏆🥇📣📣🇳🇱🏎️💨🏆🥇📣📣🇳🇱🏎️💨🏆🥇📣📣🇳🇱🏎️💨🏆🥇

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sky sports: if only the red bulls got taken out, we could have a very interesting race like last time

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Evil under the blossoms:

plot: Max shows Charles the way to the plants lab.

"That's where I think the robbery happened. These are the shelves where I keep the single flowers, this morning the tansies spot was empty. That is the greenhouse, but there are no missing plants in it. Then the rest of the lab here is a mixture of trees and different plants, the bushes that disappeared were there. I track in the register everything I sell, and I never miss a day, I'm-

"A plant nerd?" Charles jokes with a teasing smile.

"A plant nerd, yeah..." Max answers blushing.

or

Max is a florist and one day flowers start disappearing for his shop. He calls Charles Leclerc, private investigator and childhood crush, to help him solve the case.

READ HERE!!

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I remember Max with tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat at the end of last year because he felt like he'd never be able to drive a car like the RB19 again and that maybe he'd hit his peak in F1 at 26 years old.

The fact that the RB20 might even be better than the RB19 makes me so happy for him❤️️

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The lesbian experience just a girl whit his dog

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cutie patootie

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i love you newey i love you rb20 i love you max

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How Max Verstappen is sleeping knowing Hamilton Will never again be a serious championship contender because of Ferrari strategy and incompetence

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the commercialization of lestappen is the greatest thing to have ever happened to me. liberty media, thank you so, so much. you have done so much for this sport, and for me, personally.

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we lost charles i'm afraid

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“It was difficult to be one of the first women to sit on the pit wall. You have to tell people what to do—they have to trust in what you’re saying and have faith and belief in you. So, it probably did take a bit longer because of that. Not because of anything personal, but more because of people’s perceptions of how women are and whether they think they can deal with those environments. And I think that was the main thing of concern—of whether you’d be able to deal with the pressure.

People often feel women are more emotional, and I can be emotional. I’m not at all when I’m on the pit wall, but I can be in other things in life. That is a strength. And as more and more women get into positions of responsibility, we can show how good that is. Empathy is so important, and a really valuable trait for a leader.”

Hannah Schmitz in femalesinmotorsport.com

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Are you thinking that guy behind you might have a better shot at Qualifying?

Max: "I don't know! You should ask him. [to Charles:] What do you think? Charles, can you come in?"

(...)

Max: "It's like we massage the tires. [mimes]"

Charles: "You do massage the tires, but it's cold here..."

Max: "More aggressive massage."

Charles: "More aggressive."

Max: "I'll do a hot stone massage this time!"

🎥: SkySports F1

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"piastri win and all they show is max 🤮" meanwhile mclaren's team members when max got out of his car 📸📸🤳🏼🎥📸📷🤳🏼

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landonorris: 2 World Champions and me