CL16forwdc
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Well I've been afraid of changin' (Cause I've built my life around you) by CL16forwdc
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
30 Jun 2026
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This is always how it is with them. Ever since they were kids. It had always been Charles who gives, and gives and gives in hopes of Max’s satisfaction, in hopes for his presence. He lays himself bare. He spills his guts, carves out his heart and ribs, all of himself out in the open for Max to see.
Look, this is me. Here is all of me. I trust you with it wholly. Are you satisfied now that I've given you all I am?
[This is a multiple chapter work]
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"What is it?" He asks.
"We're under attack."
"By whom?"
Bryan hesitates. Just for a breath. Just for long enough.
"The Dutch."
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Charles is a prince, caged by the walls of his kingdom. Monaco goes to war with the Netherlands. They lose and so Charles is sent off as a gesture of treaty. The king is one of the most interesting beings Charles has come across in his entire life. Their relationship evolves into something that is not yet quite tangible, but what it is, is safe.
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“Do you know Spiderman?”
He blinked. “That guy who swings from webs? Yeah, I’ve heard of him—”
“No, Charles, do you know him? Who he is, where he lives?”
“He’s seen in Monaco a lot, yes? I’d guess that is his home,” Charles said with a shrug before studying Max’s face anxiously. “What is this about?”
Max pulled out his phone, Instagram still open on Charles’ photography page and clicked on the latest image, taken almost a week ago. Tried not to think about how he was basically admitting to stalking his account as he turned the screen to Charles.
“See? You’re the only one who’s gotten close enough to take photos of him like this.” He scrolled down to show more. “On multiple occasions. So, as a man who’s borderline desperate, as a friend, I'm asking you… Do you know him?”
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Charles Leclerc tries to balance life between being a Formula 1 Driver by day and a web-swinging vigilante by night. Max Verstappen's new brain-eating parasite makes matters worse.Bookmarked by CL16forwdc
10 Jul 2026
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Bookmarked by CL16forwdc
09 Jul 2026
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What it was like to lose, Max knew it well.
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- Part 2 of chronicles of art
Bookmarked by CL16forwdc
09 Jul 2026
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Did the applause remind you too much of the impact?
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- Part 1 of chronicles of art
Bookmarked by CL16forwdc
02 Jul 2026
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the state of the summer blends us in with each other (teach me how to not stare at you) by mscppy
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
08 Jul 2026
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'What do I get out of it?'
He laughed again, like Max was truly hilarious. He hadn't meant to be funny, though he supposed it was better than offending the dude.
'A free trip?' He offered.
Max scoffed and shrugged. Fair enough. 'And you?'
'Company,' he said, at last.
'I'm shitty company,' he felt compelled to admit.
'Me too.'
Max doubted that very much. 'You'll regret this,' he said instead.
But the stranger only snorted, 'Oh, no doubt.'
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Or: Max Verstappen needed to escape after the disastrous end of the World Cup. Charles Leclerc needed space after another year incapable of facing the sea. It was summer; they had a beat-up truck, a pack of cigarettes, and a half-drunk bottle of cheap whiskey.
Who knew running away could taste so sweet?
Bookmarked by CL16forwdc
27 Jun 2026