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BREAKING NEWS: Crash halts Miami Grand Prix as race is red-flagged
At 184 miles per hour, Max Verstappen's car hits the barrier and his world goes dark. The crash report later records a peak of 380G—higher than any documented survivable incident in motorsport history, and higher than anyone should be able to walk away from.
While the FIA asks questions and the media chases headlines, Charles Leclerc occupies a plastic chair in a hospital waiting room that he refuses to leave. He and Max were never supposed to be anything more than rivals who fell into bed together, but as the hours stretch into days and Max remains unconscious, Charles is forced to confront what he's been avoiding for a year: this stopped being casual a long time ago, and the only question left is whether Max will wake up to hear him admit it.
(Or: The crash heard around the world.)
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Max pinched the bridge of his nose as he went into the car. Before his chauffeur could close the door, however, Daniel leant in, having rushed from the bar’s entrance.
"I forgot to tell you…" the Australian begun, his face serious and grave.
Max gritted his teeth, silently nodding for the man to continue. He couldn’t stand much more. He wanted to scream at the entire world. To run home and hide and force some sense down his own throat.
To put himself back together.
"I left a- a gift at your house. For your birthday… I planned it long ago, before-"
"Alright," Max cut him, short and harsh.
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Charles, a high end prostitute, finds himself in the arms of a man who really, really, cares for him, despite the gun on his nightstand.
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24 Jun 2026
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“I’m kind of in a rush because I have a birthday party for a friend. I need a present, but he doesn’t really like music.”
The man’s bright smile fades. Max feels a tightness in his chest at the sight of that, but as the words he’s just said process in both of their minds, he realizes he’s probably got worse things to worry about than making this beautiful man smile.
God, he’s beautiful.
“I’m sorry. So, you need a present for a friend who doesn’t really like music and you came into a record store?”
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OR: Max finds a way to give all his friends the gift of music (and it totally has nothing to do with the cute boy who works at the record store)
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21 Jun 2026
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A little while later, Charles whispered, "My soulmate's an amazing artist."
Max almost choked in surprise. He turned to Charles again and Charles was leaning back in his chair, squinting into the telescope, which was pointed right up above him.
"Yeah?" Max managed to say.
Charles put down the telescope and nodded. "I used to get these really nice flowers on my skin. And really beautiful, intricate patterns. I loved them. I took them as little gifts from my soulmate to me."
"That's nice," Max smiled. He hadn't imagined it would make him so happy that Charles liked his little skin drawings.
"They've stopped, though." Charles absentmindedly ran his fingers over his arm. "I don't know why. Maybe they got busy. I hope they're fine."
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17 Jun 2026
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After a month of living in the U.K. Oscar was eating lunch all by himself in the school cafeteria, he did not have any friends, he had lost most of his contacts to Australia as no one really answered him anymore, he was being mocked for his accent and he had told absolutely no one about it.
Life was going great.
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16 Jun 2026