#lestappen wip

[f1-giuki]

ello lovie! here with a prompt suggestion for you!! you tagged your post with ‘lestappen prompt’ so my i request Them 🫶🏻 my song vibes are either bellissimissima by alfa or welcome to st tropez by dj anthoine. two very different vibes, so you choose which you prefer!!! 🩷

HI SWEET DARLING ANGEL<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 i loved the alfa song, so i went for it!!!! I did some lestappen fluff!! It's a bit longer than previous drabbles, but I was very inspired!!!! Hope you like it💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

bellissimissima - prompt post

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Max likes Padel. Scratch that, he should rephrase it. Max “likes” Padel. Fuck, no, not even this works… Max likes Padel only because Charles plays with him. That's the truth. Sue him, he likes to see Charles smile in those little Puma shorts of his, is this a crime? Max is sure many people, including the entire Italian population, would agree with him.

He hates the bloody sport, if he has to be really honest, with those ugly courts with walls, the small rackets, the balls, which to him are just a stupid more expensive copy of a tennis ball. Max likes tennis, and Jannik Sinner lives in his building, the floor right below him, so he happily listens to the Italian Sinsplaying (?) matches and shots, so it feels familiar. Max feels like he has to protect his ginger neighbour from Padel players.

But let's be clear, Max likes to watch tennis, there's no way in hell he'd embarrass himself on a clay court for the whole world to know. He already has the padel courts for world-class embarrassment.

Unfortunately, Max also likes Charles, even if he keeps denying it and avoiding Checo's death stares after too many third-wheeling sessions, so once a month, when they're back in Monaco, he has to succumb to his heart's desires.

That's why he's currently in a town the size of a post stamp, with a stupid padel bag on his shoulders, listening to Charles charm his way into getting a padel court for the day without a reservation or giving any names. Max would like to know what the Monegasque is doing, but he has a better time staring at Charles' ass in his tie-dyed heart jeans. And he doesn't know French.

Charles also drove them there in his Alfa Romeo Stelvio. Max feels really useless.

“He said we can have the court, nobody plays padel here, the last couple of players apparently died!” Charles says, nonchalantly, leading Max to the locker rooms.

“They what?” Max asks, pushing the door open and raising a brow.

“Oh, shit, not like that! They were two old men! Anyway, nobody has come here since then, so we can have the court for ourselves!” Charles says again, taking off his t-shirt and standing in the room half-naked. Max wants to die.

“Ahah, fun,” Max shrieks, making Charles laugh. He's so fucked.

Max changes in a nanosecond, praying God Charles hasn't seen him trip on his feet and nearly fall down as he pulls his shorts up.

“Ready?” Charles asks with a soft smile after Max ties his shoelaces. He nods and they walk out to the court. 

The facility is empty. Ghostly so. Max can fill it with his embarrassment and his humongous crush, there could be enough space for those two.

They get inside the court and Charles drops his bags down, taking his racket, and six balls, and putting them on the ground. He looks at Max and grins as he starts running around the court, to warm up. Max sits down and pretends to do his usual stretching session. That's obviously an excuse to stare at Charles. 

That motherfucker is so pretty. Extremely pretty. Illegally pretty. He's so soft and kind, with fluffy hair, Dorito-shaped. Charles smiles at him every time he passes by and Max blushes, as Charles giggles.

After another lap Charles stops and stands in front of him, hands on his waist. His eyes are right at crotch level. Max wants to die. Charles' shorts are really short today.

“Wanna play padel or you're going to stare at my pretty face all afternoon, uh?” Charles jokes.

Max chokes on his spit and starts coughing, making Charles laugh. “Ah, fun, yeah, coming! Let me grab my racket!” Max shrieks, voice breaking in the middle of the sentence, and does his little walk of shame to his bag.

He takes out his racket and as he turns around Charles is standing right behind his back. Too fucking close for Max's liking, he can see all the moles on his face, he could do something stupid, like kissing each one of them.

“If you win today, you can take me out to dinner,” Charles says with a teasing grin.

Max likes this, even if he's blushing like a maniac and his ears are ringing loudly.

“A or V, Leclerc? I'm going to destroy you!” He mumbles, feeling as competitive as if he was on a race track.

“V, Verstappen,” Charles giggles, winking with both eyes at Max, who rolls his eyes.

“Game on, baby!”

[f1writingbyme]

ILSE!! BODYGUARD AU?!! TELL ME MORE 🥰

CELINE!!

I said I'd never write AU's, but I had this idea in my head for a while, and after seeing this photo of Max - and staring at his bicep for way too fucking long - my mind spiraled down the Bodyguard AU again!

I've written a little part, which still makes me giggle when I read it, so I hope to finish it soon, because I'm kind of in love with the idea. Although, to be honest, I haven't figured out the plot yet.

And because it's you (💛) I'll share everything I have written so far. It's not much, but I hope you'll like it!! I, myself, love me a little bratty Lando.

As Charles walked into the room, he spotted the round table in the middle where his friends were sitting at. He pointed out to Max where he would be seated and smiled when the man nodded at him and took his stance at the wall next to the door. Beside him was another bodyguard. They greeted each other with a nod. 

The Monégasque made his way over to the table and flopped down on a chair next to Pierre. He watched as the room slowly filled itself with more drivers, their bodyguards on their heels, assuming their position along the wall closest to the table they seated themselves at. It was a weird sight; tables in the middle of the room accompanied by a row of men along the walls with their hands clasped behind their back, each one dressed in a black suit. 

“So, which one is yours?” Lando asked grumpily, as if he was talking about objects rather than human beings. 

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Carlos teased. 

Lando let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. He decided to ignore Carlos and focused his attention on Charles instead. “So?”

Charles pointed at Max, who was currently engaged in a conversation with another bodyguard, who was, as far as Charles could see, slightly older than Max, but definitely not as broad and well-built. 

“The blonde or the brunette?”

“The blonde one.”

“Of fucking course it’s the blonde one,” Lando mumbled, voice dripping with jealousy. 

Charles blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Life is so unfair,” Lando whined. “Of course you get the hot one!”

“Lando, what is going on?” Carlos asked amused. “Are you not happy with your bodyguard?”

“No! Bodyguards are supposed to be these young, muscular, ridiculously hot men. But no, they have paired me with… that.” He pointed to an old and rather large man standing just a few feet from Max. His head was bald apart from a few patches of hair here and there, and the mustache on his upper lip was stained yellow because of the cigarette smoke. Lando’s face screwed up when the man coughed loudly. “He reminds me of my uncle Robert. And no one likes uncle Robert.”

“You know he’s there to keep you safe, right? Not for you to drool over.”

“Hey, if I need to be accompanied by someone twenty-four-seven, I’d rather want it to be someone who’s a sight for sore eyes and not someone who can give me bronchitis whenever he pleases. And besides that, how is he supposed to keep me safe? He can’t even take three steps without needing to catch his breath.”

Charles laughed out loud at that, and it caught Max’s attention. His blue eyes flicked over to him for a second. Then he smiled once he realized Charles was fine, and he returned his attention to the man next to him. 

Even though his friend was showing his princess behavior once again, Charles agreed with him. The way Max was keeping an eye out for him, even when he wasn’t looking at him, made Charles feel safe. And yes, it was a great bonus that he was good-looking, too. This man would be by his side every minute of every day for at least the next few weeks, so Charles couldn’t be more pleased that he was paired with the handsome and strong Max Verstappen. And not to mention that he smelled incredible too, but Charles wouldn’t go into much detail about that fact. He was just very, very relieved that he wouldn’t be smothered by the smell of cigarettes in the upcoming weeks.

“I suppose you don’t want to switch with me?” Lando tried. 

“Absolutely not,” Charles laughed. “I am very content with this pairing, thank you very much.”

“At least I tried,” Lando grumbled. “How old is he? Mine is around 165, give or take a few years.”

“Lando, stop being such a brat!” Carlos sighed. 

“Let me be miserable. It’s my right,” Lando replied, shrugging as he did. “If I can’t have the hot one, then I am going to enjoy it through Charles.”

“He’s twenty-five,” Charles replied, remembering the information he read in Max’s profile. “He’s from Holland. Recently moved to Monaco when he switched from being a police man to becoming a bodyguard.”

“Oh, a former police man! Did he keep the handcuffs?”

“Lando!”

“What? I’ve heard the Dutch can be quite kinky in-”

“I cannot believe you just said that,” Charles groaned loudly, interrupting his younger friend before he could finish his sentence. He stomped Lando’s shoulder. “I’m going to ask Max to remove you if you don’t shut up.”

“Who needs to be removed?” A voice with a Dutch accent sang behind them. 

Charles whipped around in his chair, staring at the Dutchman’s face. His mouth was set in a grin and his eyes sparkled with joy, and Charles just knew that he overheard what Lando had said. He felt his cheeks reddening at the thought, and he mentally cursed his friend and his expressive thoughts. “N-no - no-one. It’s all good.”

“Alrighty then,” Max smiled, and he winked at Charles. “I just came over to tell you I’m moving over there, in case you were looking for me.” Max pointed at the wall opposite from where he was stationed before. 

“Y-yeah, okay. Thanks for telling me,” Charles said, coughing when his voice broke slightly. 

“No worries.” And with the grin still plastered on his face, Max moved to the other wall, taking his place next to Lando’s bodyguard, who didn’t even spare him a glance but kept picking at something stuck between his teeth with the nail of his pinky. Charles watched as Max frowned slightly, before creating some more distance between them. He shared a look with the bodyguard known as Pierre’s, before they both smiled and locked their gazes back into the room. 

“Did he just wink at you?” Pierre grinned. 

“He so winked at you!” Lando exclaimed. “You lucky bastard.”

“Both of you, shut up!”

“At least it’ll be easy for him to protect you when he’s got you pinned to the bed,” Carlos laughed loudly. 

Charles groaned, dropping his head onto the table and hiding his face in his arms. “You guys are the worst.”

[lestappenforever]

Presenting a collection of Ilse's (@f1writingbyme) reactions to reading my WIP.

[cupidskissx]

🤩 from max

From ask game: A WIP snippet about or with dialogue from Max

This is from a fic I raw-dogged into my messages with @xiaoluclair in June. I had plans to continue it, maybe one day [sighs with whimsy and delusion]…

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“Are you sure you’re not drunk?” Charles’ face pulls into a quizzical expression, “Positive...” “What they fuck do you call this, then?” Max points down to where Charles has half the left hand side of his car over the white line of the parking space. “How have you never been called out for an incorrect starting procedure?” Charles laughs, dimples on full display, “I always hit my marks, thank you very much.” “I’m not sure what that says about you, but I don’t think it’s a good thing that you can park an F1 car but not your road car.” Charles shrugs, doesn’t say anything further and gets into his car. As his door slams shut the realisation hits that the rumour mill will work overtime if anyone snaps a photo of him in a Ferrari, at night, during the off-season, with Charles Leclerc.

Thank you for asking, Max is so close to my heart I love writing him! 😍

[celientjeee]

! badly summarized wip tag !

Tagged by cutie @f1-giuki 🧡

Tagging @amarynas @fueledbyremembering @jennarations @blueballsracing @fabbyf1 @landoisokay @wanderingblindly @lestappenforever @f1writingbyme Rules: Summarize your WIPs as badly as possibile, then ask your followers to vote which one they'd like to read most. i feel like im not good at this lol, but here they are

[wanderingblindly]

[mundanesrunningaround]

Cozy winter lestappen anyone????

[rawrl1ns]

Max: "Aw, we lose." Charles: "No, I'm not."

Lestappen padel date in Bahrain, and Max got suplexed.

[arkhammaid]

a story told in two pictures (a female charles leclerc x max verstappen fic draft)

or: jos verstappen is trying to play matchmaker (he's lestappen fan #1), removing all obstacles that could get in the way of his plans. because the only woman he'll ever accept as daughter in law is none other than ferrari driver charles leclerc

inspired by the fact that jos verstappen follows charles leclerc on instagram

[maddiericciardostroll]

SNEAK PEEK

lestappen x reader

what i’ve been working on recently :P

CHEATING

“ It started out kind of normal. You knew that Max and the boy were close but you always assumed it was more brotherly. It was the last race before summer break , and you were never the type to party, so him being out late with his buddies post-race was not a big deal to you. Only he never came back to the hotel that night. Instead of waking up in Max’s warm embrace , you woke up to images of your boyfriend stumbling out of the ferrari drivers bedroom , hair mussed and lips red. You wouldn’t even have been that mad if he had just asked. This was all too much. You had to talk to Max. Maybe he could explain this all away… or maybe not? “

[f1-giuki]

badly summarized wip tag game!!!!

tagged by my beloved THEE @monacotrophywife and the cutie @inejschumacher 💖💖💖💖

tagging (if you wanna do it!!) @wanderingblindly @carronyaflowers @blueballsracing @ocontraire @souvenir116 @celientjeee @lattesqueeze @amarynas @itsgoingdutchin2021 @fueledbyremembering 💖💖💖

Rules: Summarize your WIPs as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote in which one they'd like to read most

[f1writingbyme]

ILSE! THE BODYGUARD AU WIP! THAT WAS AHHHH… YOU HACE TO WRITE IT, AND I WANT TO READ IT! ❤️❤️

JUDY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WITH THAT GIF???? 😵

Now I really have no choice, do I? I mean, look at him!!!

No, but in all seriousness, I am going to start planning the plot and figure out where I want to go with it this weekend/the upcoming week, and hopefully I'll manage to figure it all out and start writing again soon!

Any suggestions/ideas are always more than welcome, of course!!! ❤️❤️

[lestappenforever]

Badly Summarized WIP Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag, @celientjeee and @lovelylotusf1 ❤️

Rules: Summarize your WIPs as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote which one they'd like to read most.

No-pressure tagging @f1writingbyme @fueledbyremembering @amarynas @cupidskissx and @lattesqueeze. Apologies if you've been tagged already.

Feel free to use this as your tag if you haven’t already been tagged and you want to do this. ❤️

[cupidskissx]

❓ any WIP snippet you want! PLEASE lol

Hola kind Anon, apologies this took a while 😘

Life was pretty up and down for a hot minute. Here’s a snippet from the second one shot in my new Art as Dialogue series:

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“Do you need some help?”  The proximity and familiarity of Max’s voice sets the hair on the back of Charles’ neck on end. He twists around, nearly elbowing him in the face. “What are you doing here?” Charles asks. “Nice to see you too.” “I thought you had media in the pen today?” “I do, but these bathrooms are closer than my driver’s room.” Charles doesn’t need reminding that the Red Bull garage is the opposite side of the paddock. “No need to rub it in,” Charles attempts to round off his tone with a chuckle, but it’s forced. Ferrari’s garage being bumped down the order is still a touchy subject. They used to have the luxury of sneaking in between their teams’ motorhomes to steal a quick kiss. Not this season... 

I hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night ❤️ ask game

[celientjeee]

🌹 Sending you so many!!! Give me all of it!! Love ya! 🤍

Hi lovely 💖

A lil sentence from the Lestappen kid fic wip for you;

‘How come our children both like navy blue better than red,’ Charles mumbled, imitating Jules’ pout.

[valyrfia]

f/f lestappen with charles the pretty monegasque rich girl who flirts with every driver/team principal/journalist on the grid to get her way and max “the bitch” verstappen who is famously rude and abrasive to everyone (as a consequence of all the shitty men in her past telling her she can’t possibly be world champion) and can’t stand charles’s actions because it goes against everything women in motorsport should be