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lestappen fic idea 969

Charles, cooking dinner for he and Max, loudly singing to the music blaring: Adore me, Hold me and explore me, I'm so fuckin' horny!

Max, rounding the corner, completely dumbfounded as Charle sings along: sorry can you just repeat that last bit???

variations of this include: Charles actually cleaning; Charles playing the song for Max on piano; Charles listening to the sound via headphones and all Max gets is Charles suddenly shouting "I'm so fuckin' horny!"; Max and Charles not yet being together and Max completely misunderstanding; Max immediately saying "Oh I can help with that"

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Oh 2019 Austria Grand Prix you've been reincarnated 😇

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Charles P3 and dirty lestappen fight but Max P10. My wishes got 50/50 today.

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Oh, Max is pissed 🥳

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Guys help me out 🥺🙏 I am looking for a leatappen fic. Here's what I remember:

Max was supposed to win the championship in 2021 but I think Charles pushed him off the track or crashed him so now Max is angry at Charles and proceed to ignore him. Charles didn't cope with this very well because he loved Max. And so, he got suicidal thoughts or depressed. At one point, I think Charles had anemia? Or forgot everything? Like, all the driver's, etc. Then I think Max took care of him and they dated? Idk, please help me out. That's all I remember 💔🥀 also, it's only 1 chapter.

Thank you 💕 (sorry for the bad english, it's not my first language 😔🦅)

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In a dystopian world ravaged by mindless infected creatures known as Rabids, civilization has collapsed and been replaced by ten militarized capitals that rule what's left of humanity. Max, the formidable leader of the strongest capital’s army, is its most powerful weapon. But even a weapon requires maintenance.

In this world, omegas are no longer romantic partners—they are assets, biologically and socially conditioned to regulate and sustain alphas through physical bonding. To protect his most prized asset, the capital’s principle, Christian Horner, arranges for the most exceptional omega available to be assigned to Max: Charles, a rare Aurean class omega trained for elite use.

Presented as a reward for Max’s loyal service, Charles is beautiful, strong, and fiercely resistant—his assignment to Max is politically, biologically, and potentially explosive.

In a world where the system controls them within and danger hounds them from beyond, Max and Charles ignite a forbidden bond—one fierce enough to defy the system, the capital, and the fate written in their blood.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65860381/chapters/169649131

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Hearts Against Order - Chapter 3 - Goldenchaos96 - Formula 1 RPF [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/169839988?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_92000721

very great fic right here. Underrated too. I'm so hooked rn. 😜 basically it's a lestappen A/B/O FIC AND THAT'S ALL YOU GUYS NEED TO KNOWW. GIVE IT A CHANCE PLEASEE, ITS SO GOODDD

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Saudi Arabian GP 2025 - Max and Charles Edition

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Next week is our week! (I say as they drag me to an asylum)

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max didnt pit until the last lap for Charles to overtake lando I'm 😭

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THIS IS TOO BAD FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH 🥲

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ILLEGAL STUPID ASS ORANGE CARS 💔🥀 WE COULD'VE WON IT ALL, PLEASE 😔

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Blocking F1 for today because I can't literally look at the results or I might jump. 😊☺️

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BYEEEEE 💔

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Hypothetically, how would King Max react if he was trying to sleep with a Charles that kept pushing him away, only to realize that Charles is actually in fact sick/injured?

you baited me into writing a 1.8k word ficlet to answer this question 😅

(i've got to stop with these borderline fluffy things, otherwise the main story is going to shock everyone.)

roar of the fire sick!fic under the cut (rated T).

Charles feels the ache in his throat in the morning, and by midday the pain has spread to low aches throughout his whole body. More annoyingly is the way his head has begun to throb, and it puts him in a foul mood.

There is little doubt he is falling ill. Charles hates falling ill.

He has been this way since childhood. He detests his body failing him. It makes him feel weak, it makes him look weak- and if there is one thing he cannot afford in the lion’s den of the Red Bull Court, it is showing any signs of vulnerability.

So he takes his evening meal in his apartments with his lords-in-waiting, ignoring Steward Russell’s sharp words and Lord Norris’s whines of boredom when he announces his plans. Over the meal he says little, letting Ollie deal with Lando’s incessant ramblings about the latest court gossip while he nibbles on his food and tries to overcome the chills that are beginning to wrack his body.

Fuck, he already feels miserable.

He excuses his lords at the earliest convenience, asking Maya to help him undress so he can slip into his night clothes despite the early hour.

“Are you all right, your highness,” his maid asks quietly as she unlaces him.

“I’m fine,” Charles lies, unwilling to even show his trusted servant any sign, “Just tired.”

When she’s also been excused Charles drags out some extra furs for the bed, beginning to shiver as the fever rises. As he burrows under the blankets, he tries to think of a way to handle Max when he undoubtedly comes to visit him in a few hours time-

He falls into a feverish doze before he can even begin to plan.

* * *

Some time later he is woken by someone climbing into the bed besides him- Max.

“Why weren’t you at dinner,” his husband grumbles as crawls closer, “I had to listen to Russell drone on and on and about the McLaren delegation reception, that’s supposed to be your job.”

His husband curls up behind him, fitting his body to Charles’ even as he lays on top of the furs where Charles is burrowed under. Max’s arm slides around him to tug him closer, and Charles barely bites back a whine, feeling unbearably hot and cold in equal measures as his head continues to pound.

There is little doubt what his husband is after, and Charles has no idea how to fight him off without exposing his illness.

“Leave me alone,” he manages to mumble, the words painful as his sore throat protests speaking. “I want to rest. Leave.”

Behind him, Max huffs, “Don’t play this game, Charles. I’m not in the mood. I’ve had a very long, very boring day and now I want my wife. Let’s make this easy, yes?”

With that he roughly begins to tug at the layers of blankets. A violent shudder wracks Charles as the chilly air creeps into the bed.

“Stop,” he whines, desperately holding onto the final fur separating him from being exposed to the cold.

“What’s gotten into you? You haven’t acted like this in months” Max sounds cross, “You’re not really going to make me drag another servant in here to whip until you give in, are you?”

He yanks off the final fur and tosses it aside. The air feels frigid against his body, and Charles can’t help a whimper, curling into himself for warmth and fighting not to shiver.

Max’s hands on him are rough as they pull him back and underneath him, “I promise I’ll make you feel good, I always do. Now will you stop acting like a nun and let me take my rights-”

Groaning in protest, Charles weakly tries to push him away, his aching muscles little match to his husband as he presses down on top of him. Max ignores the feeble protest, leaning in to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his neck. It’s unbearably scorching, and Charles begins to wonder if he’ll pass out from overheating if he has congress with his husband-

But nearly as soon as his lips touch his skin, Max is jerking back, staring down at Charles with a bewildered frown, “Your skin is burning.”

Charles can only whimper in reply, still weakly trying to push him away, too hot and achy with Max so heavy on top of him. 

“Charles,” Max suddenly sounds frantic, “Are you ill?”

So much for hiding this.

”Yes, dammit,” he hisses, wincing as the words leave his sore throat.

Max practically leaps off of him. Charles realizes his husband must be disgusted, probably worried that Charles has infected him. He tries to tell himself this is a good thing, that it means Max will leave him to suffer alone, just like he wanted. He tries to banish the inexplicable worry that his husband is repulsed by him-

But oh, how wrong he was.

Max is beside himself, a steady stream of questions and assurances flowing out of him, too fast and cut off for Charles to possibly respond. He pulls all the furs back over Charles, tucking them in tightly before he nearly runs to the door, shouting at Yuki to go wake Physician Webber.

Charles can only tiredly blink at the scene- Max pacing around the chamber, shirtless and barefoot as he must have undressed himself before climbing into the bed. He keeps throwing worried glances Charles way, mumbling under his breath for Webber to hurry the fuck up-

Head aching fiercely, Charles lays back and closes his eyes against his husband’s panic, too exhausted to worry about the small seed of satisfaction the sight has planted in his heart.

Soon countless people have filled his bedchamber, the chaos and chatter doing nothing to help his splitting head. Webber and Oscar rushed in first, beginning to examine him despite Charles’ tired insistence that it was just a cold. Max hovered unnervingly close the entire time, alternating between sternly telling Charles to be quiet and let the physicians work and anxiously asking Webber if his wife would be all right. 

Then Lord Horner and GP barged in. Horner had the audacity to ask Webber if Charles could be pregnant, and if the fever meant the baby was in danger. The question set Max into a blowout, berating Christian for his concern for an unborn child over Max’s wife, until GP stepped in to calm the king down while Horner fell over himself apologizing. In the outer chamber, Charles could hear a screeching match occurring between George and Lando, the two of them arguing over who was at fault for not noticing the queen’s health. At one point Lord Marko came bumbling in, asking if it was true that the queen was dying, all while Ollie stared at Charles, wide eyed and fearful in one corner of the room, and Sir Riccardo stood in the other, watching Max with a furrowed brow-

God in heaven, who knew the queen falling ill would lead to such a castle–wide crisis.

Finally Webber straightens up and turns to the rest of the room, “Our examinations indicate nothing more than a simple cold. Queen Charles will need nothing more than rest, herbs, and a steam treatment. I believe it will clear in good time.”

Charles lets his head fall back against his pillow once again, closing his eyes and desperately wishing everyone away as Webber explains the treatment, the chaos in the room hardly becoming any calmer.

He lays there, listening to Max argue with Webber, asking how the physician can be sure it will not get worse, and Charles feels his heart squeeze at the sound of his husband, so uncharacteristically nervous-

The feeling of  a hand against his forehead makes his eyes flutter back open, especially when fingers slide into his hair in a gentle, subtle caress. 

Oscar’s familiar kind eyes stare down at him, his brows furrowed with sympathy even as his lips quirk up in a small reassuring smile. His fingers flex slightly in his hair, clearly meant to be a soothing gesture, but Charles frowns, leaning away, surprised the apprentice could be this careless-

And rightfully so. Almost immediately Oscar’s hand is jerked away from him, the apprentice pulled round to face his furious king.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

All breath is suddenly sucked out of the room. An unnatural stillness falling over everyone as they watch.

“Checking the queen’s temperature, your highness,” Oscar answers quickly, his voice emotionless and even, the perfect mask.

But Max is not placated.

“You do not touch him without my permission or I will take your hand,” Max snarls, leaning closer to underscore the threat.

“My king, please, remember Oscar is the main physician tasked with the queen’s health,” Webber interjects, a nervous undercurrent to his words, “His only concern is your wife’s recovery, I’m certain he was just being cautious. He meant no harm.”

The reassurance doesn’t do much to appease Max, as he continues to stare at Oscar with steely, narrowed eyes.

”Max,” Charles meant to snap at him, but the call came out rather pathetic and whiny instead.

Yet he can’t find it in him to be embarrassed when his voice still makes Max’s head snap to him, shoving past Oscar to come stand at his side, “What do you need, sweeting? What can I do?”

His hands hover over his queen, hesitant to touch, and Charles loathes the way his husband’s nerves are pulling ever so slightly on his heart strings.

“Let them work,” Charles tells him, his voice weak, “And please get everyone out. My head is aching from the noise.”

Immediately Max barks at everyone to leave. The room quickly begins to clear, with the various lords returning to their own chambers and Oscar and Webber leaving to prepare the treatment. 

When they’re alone, Max turns back to Charles. “I won’t leave you.”

He says it in his usual authoritative way, but although it is technically not a question, Charles can still hear the request underneath the stubbornness- His husband is asking not to be sent away.

Charles will need have words with Oscar when he is recovered, planning to scold the apprentice for being so careless and making such a difficult situation that Charles will have to mollify Max tonight, despite his illness.

Or at least… that is what he tries to convince himself.

“Stay then, husband,” Charles concedes, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to deal with Max’s look of relief.

His husband clambers back into the bed next to him, though he keeps a respectful distance to not overheat his feverish wife.

“You’ll receive the best treatment,” Max quietly promises him, “I’ll take care of you until you’re well again.”

He reaches over, gently taking Charles hand where it rests atop the furs. He thumbs over his wife’s knuckles, his touch strangely comforting.

Charles stares at their hands, saying nothing as they wait for the physicians to return.

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Hi i'm here once again asking for fic recs! What's your fave charles-centric fic rec? Any pairing will do 😊😸

and I am here to deliver 😘 so sorry for making you wait, love, but this prompt ❤️ as a chirlie, there's nothing i love more than a good charles centric fic. here are some of my favorites.

disclaimer that these are all lestappen. while i occasionally read other charles pairings, no one has my heart like this ship, so I will always be biased towards them.

@breathofnyx is my holy grail for charles centric stories. everything they write is incredible but particularly these two:

lemniscate: college au. charles and max are sort-of-friends who hook up and charles deals with the aftermath. (something about this fic is so striking to me, i think about it all the time. one of my all time favorites.)

half of heaven: model au. supermodel charles meets f1 driver max. (this fic, this fic ❤️ gorgeous, heartbreaking, captivating.)

another author who has amazing charles fics is sixteenthirtythree. (i miss them so much 😭 desperately hoping they write f1 again some day.) here are two of my absolute favorites:

blood soaked gown: omegaverse. max decides to retire and offers charles his red bull seat. charles considers his future, max, and the championship battle. (one of the greatest charles fics ever, i loved the characterization so so much.)

the clauses of commitment: amnesia au. charles wakes up and the last thing he remembers is austria 2019. (just thinking about this fic is sending me into a tizzy, it's so beautiful and sweet.)

Some others...

l'amour et la violence: mafia au. charles is out for revenge and joins max's organization in order to achieve it. (i was late to the party on this one but it. is. incredible. read the entire thing in one sitting i was so utterly captivated. the charles is so layered and complex- you must read this.)

straight lines (that unwind you): college au. charles and max enter into a friends with benefits situation and charles deals with it. (the writing is so beautiful, and charles thought process is so compelling.)

friends: charles thinks about how him and max aren't friends. (short and sweet. sentimental fav, one of the first Charles fics I ever read.)

all of these are so good, and I have even more in mind but I don't want this to be too long 😅 hope you find something you like!

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alright google calm down we all know this to be true