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Hey Lestappies,

I've got a little something for you here to celebrate Max 4th title 🤩🥳🥳

Charles is sitting on the edge of his bed looking  out of the huge windows over the illuminated Vegas night. He sighs. It’s been a frustrating day. A frustrating year even. Frustrating four years if you want to put it like that. Every other race it’s been the same. Charles being the good teammate, the nice driver, who sticks by the team’s rules. But Carlos, well, Carlos just…

Charles closes his eyes, takes in a breath and counts to five before he exhales. Without noticing it his hands have clenched into fists around the too soft duvet of the foreign hotel room. This race has been the last straw. It’s taking its toll on him, more than he ever expected. Releasing the duvet  from his fists, he drops to his back, staring at  the ceiling. What a fucked up day. Not even the hot shower helped to wash it all off. It usually does ease the tension and the itching under his skin whenever he has a bad day. But not tonight . He is so on edge that he sent Joris and Andrea away to catch their flight, which he was supposed to take as well, but he decided to get some time alone instead and booked a flight for the next day. 

Maybe it was a bad idea to stay in Vegas for a night longer with everybody on his team already leaving. Maybe being alone was not the right choice after all. It’s not helping the slightest to shake off the day’s race and all the anger that came with it. Charles should have known before since he’s freaking bad at being alone. Always finds himself overthinking everything. One of the reasons why he got Leo, to never be alone. Unfortunately Leo is not here right now. No one is here to calm him down. 

He sighs audibly, rolling to his site to face his significant other. 

After a few seconds and the lack of a reaction of his partner Charles sighs again, louder. With a raised brow he stares at his boyfriend, who lays on the other side of the sofa, tablet in hand and obviously drowned in god knows what.

To be fair, Charles isn’t used to being ignored, normally he’s the centre of the attention, all eyes on him, all the time. It’s striking a nerve, his ego more precisely, to be ignored by his own boyfriend. So he turns over on his back again as noisily as possible, giving his loudest exasperated groan.

“What?” Max asks parenthetically, without looking up from his tablet. 

“I’m bored!” Charles whines, throwing his fists into the cushion like a petulant child, who doesn’t get his treats. 

“Hmm,” Max hums as a response and it doesn’t take a genius to notice that he isn’t listening. The fact that he scrolls through something on his tablet confirms it. 

“Max!” Charles exclaims, irritated, straightening up into a seating position. He can’t believe that Max is still ignoring him. This man is unbelievable!

This time though he gets the wanted attention. Max puts his tablet to the side and looks at him, confused.

“What?” He asks again, very much puzzled now. 

“I said, I am bored,” Charles repeats, staring at his boyfriend in disbelief. 

Hey Lestappies,

I've finally finished my small little fic 'Not that kind of person' (Only 212k words😅)

Summary:

Max isn't in a good mental state, something happend in the night as he won his first Formula 1 WDC in Abu Dhabi in 2021, which makes him struggle like he never did before. He is insecure about who he is and what he has done back then. The incident causes his whole life to fall apart. The story starts in February 2022, when the champion begins to work on his insercurities... He will grow from his suffering, experiencing love, pain, hate, friendship, fear, fortune, wins and losses. Not everthing on his way will be good, but it will let him grow even more. Even though not everything is going to be easy and fortunate Max will get through it, somehow. And he won't be alone in all of this. Charles will be his faithful companion on and off track.

Has that sparked your interest? Then read the fic here

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I decided to treat you with another teaser of my bodyguard AU to celebrate that I fucking finally wrote another chapter 🥳😅 Only took me six weeks or so 👀

Hope you enjoy ❤️

He walks around the corner and his movements freeze on the threshold of the living room. He stares at the one person in the room who wasn’t there when he left the other men. Max certainly really knows this person. His heart drops and he knows the shock must be written in his face. The champion hasn’t seen the other man, sitting on his couch, legs spread, elbows leaned on his thighs, in a long time. Nonetheless it only needs one glance to recognize him even though he of course aged a little. How could he not? They have spent almost half their lives together on karting tracks since they were five. Their paths were intertwined in a way Max was always lost on words to explain to others. Until they weren’t anymore. It must have been almost a decade since he has seen this memorable face. The strong jawline, the perfectly shaped nose, the prominent cheekbones, the delicate moles and these insanely beautiful eyes, he still doesn’t know what colour they are because it seems to change like leaves in autumn.

“Charles,” he breathes, disbelieving his own eyes. He blinks twice, but Charles is still there sitting on his couch, looking at him, head tilted slightly.

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“I think you are a bit overreacting,” Max breathes out, exhausted and annoyed by the very long meeting they are having. He rubs his hands over his face, he’s so tired. It’s late, almost midnight he reckons, and he’s still in this enormous conference-room in Milton Keynes. Desperately, he wants to go home, but he knows he won’t be allowed to yet. They need to settle things first. The last few days have taken its toll on the newly crowned four-time Formula 1 world champion. 

“Max,” Christian almost pleads, the terrified yet serious expression in his eyes making Max feel like he should be feeling the same but somehow he doesn’t. “We are not overreacting. This is a very serious matter. We have to do something about it and we have to take care of your security.”

The champion groans, breathing out petulantly. We have to take care of your security. Well, fuck that, he can take care of himself. He doesn’t need anyone to do that for him. “I think the police are on it and that’s enough,” he says without emphasis behind it. He already knows that he has no say in this and that the decision is already made. 

Anon, we are thinking alike! Of course he would only post capless Max!

This is from Queenofwags, a Lestappen fic, of course. Charles decides to make an insta account to share snippets of his and Max's relationship without sharing who he is.

“Uh,” Max blurts out, pulling a face and blinking wildly. “That’s sweet. And strong. I want one!”

Laughing, Charles turns around towards the mixer, grabs a glass from the cupboard above and purrs his boyfriend a drink.