nile

pairing: charles/max

rating: explicit

word count: ~20,000

tags: mafia boss charles leclerc, unsafe sex, blowjobs, riding, choking, oblivious max verstappen

summary:

“Of course, I know you are not a criminal.” Max quickly reassures Charles. “Oh,” Charles finally says with a nonchalant roll of his shoulders. “But it’s true, though? I am a mafioso. It’s not exactly a secret. I thought you knew. The whole of Monaco knows.” Huh, Max thinks. “Huh?” Max says. “Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh,” Max says again.

pairing: charles/max

rating: mature (for now)

word count: ~7000 (chapter 1/3)

tags: twelfth night au, historical setting, rule 63, misunderstandings, mutual pining, truly catastrophic levels of lesbian yearning

summary:

“My Lady,” Charles greets as he walks up the entrance steps to her. He sounds like he’s had the wind knocked out of him—his voice breathless but his tone is sure. He leads with his hand outreached and Max steadily lays her gloved hand in his. He brings her hand slowly to his mouth and presses his lips gently against her clothed knuckle. “Mr. Leclerc,” Max replies, retrieving her hand modestly, “I have been waiting for you.” Charles beams at her. He looks particularly scruffy, with his chin dotted in black, his hair out of sorts, and a moustache that appears as though it hasn’t seen a practical end of a brush for days—he looks like he’s in desperate need of a grooming session, and a barber with a good shaving razor at that. He bends back to his full height, and is barely taller than Max by any means. It catches Max by surprise. Charles is a bit pink in the face—flustered, if she dares to guess.

Or: in which Max is Olivia and Charles is an odd combination of Viola and Orsino (the two people who love her the most).