#lestappen ao3

charles holding max’s helmet like this, is probably one for the comfiest photo that i’ve ever seen. my heart is hurting and my brain is already forming hundred of different ideas for a potential fic

I'm still not 100% sure I'm gonna do this because I don't think I'm confident enough yet to put it out there......but anyway, I thought I should talk about what I'm thinking and what I plan on doing. This way I may get some motivation and perhaps some confidence to put this story out there. 😅

Anyway this is the summary

Charles doesn’t chase his Ex Omega. He waits for the bad nights, the silence and for the moments Max forgets how much it hurt. Max knows Charles will hurt him again, his friends know it too. But knowing has never stopped the omega from going back to his Ex Alpha's bed which feels like home, even when home is where he breaks. Max doesn’t know how to choose himself over the alpha who still owns his heart.

10,000 FICCCSSS🫶🫶

Maybe smth like this:

At the end of 2018, the Ferrari team shook the motorsport world with an announcement:

«Sebastian Vettel's new teammate would not reveal their identity»

No name, no age, no nickname, not even a voice. Only their racing number. Number 16. The FIA approved this experiment, largely because they wanted to draw more attention to the sport, but Ferrari had no reason to refuse this opportunity. A driver hidden behind a helmet entered the world of Formula 1, shrouded in mystery.

From the very first race in Australia, the media could not stop speculating. Some believed it was a legendary driver returning under a pseudonym, while others thought Ferrari was shielding a rookie from media pressure. But as soon as the race began, it became clear: Number 16 was not just ordinary driver. He was a force of nature. He sliced through the field with precision, battled wheel-to-wheel with the sport's biggest names, and carried himself with a composure beyond his years.

With every race, his legend grew. He never spoke to the press, never removed his helmet in public, yet every overtake and every victory spoke louder than words. His first podium came at Silverstone.

His first win, a masterclass performance in Monza, sent the Tifosi into a frenzy. By the end of the season, he had five wins to his name, proving he was no fluke. But it wasn't always smooth sailing-mechanical failures cost him dearly. His car shut down in Singapore due to an electrical failure, and an engine blowout in Japan robbed him of a surefire podium. Still, every setback only added to the legend, making his triumphs all the more thrilling.

Yet, while the entire paddock scrambled to figure out who was behind the helmet, one person seemed completely unfazed-Max Verstappen. While others speculated, Max just smirked.

Then came the final race of the season: the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. Number 16 started from pole and dominated, clinching his fifth victory of the year.

Standing atop the podium, the driver finally reached for his helmet. The grandstands roared, cameras zoomed in, the world held its breath. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for.

Slowly, deliberately, he lifted it off.

Silence. Then shock.

Charles Leclerc.

After his dominant Formula 2 season, rumors swirled that Charles Leclerc had become a development driver for Ferrari. Articles were written about his potential, his raw speed, and the likelihood of him securing an F1 seat in the future. But no one-no journalist, no fan, not even those within the paddock-could have imagined that he would be the faceless driver behind the wheel of car number 16.

The paddock was stunned. Sebastian Vettel clapped, Toto Wolff shook his head in disbelief, journalists scrambled to rewrite their headlines. But amid the chaos, one person simply grinned.

"Good to see you again, Charlie," Max said.

Charles turned, arching an eyebrow.

"Since when did you know?" he asked.

"I had my suspicions in Australia. By Bahrain, I was sure."

"When I pushed you off the track?" Charles smirked.

Max chuckled. "It was just an inchident," He leaned in slightly. "There's only one driver in the world who could make me hate and enjoy racing at the same time. And he is standing right in front of me. I always thought that if I would make it to F1, you would also make it."

Charles flashed a wide smile.

"Well, I couldn't just leave you here to get bored on your own," Charles grinned.

so the premise is that Charles & Max didn’t get along well even though their friends tried to match them up; then Carlos and Lando adopted a daughter Olivia (if I am not mistaken about the name) but not long after that died in a car accident; Charles & Max were Olivia’s godparents so they had to move in together to raise her