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Private Messages: the Grid (2025 Version)

Private Messages: Max, Charles, and yn

yn

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yn: preoccupied taking in the beach, sun, and sand. anything interesting happen lately?

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user16: …are you for real?

user17: she's so chill, I wanna be her when I grow up

maxverstappen: I don't think so, no. other than the sea turtle that adopted charles

↳charles_leclerc: I will miss squirtle very much

↳yn: she was very adorable

↳charles_leclerc: i have already ordered many stuffed animals to help me heal

↳yn: of course baby

↳user18: HOW ABOUT COMMENTING ON THE CADILLAC MOVE??

oscarpiastr1: soo…Cadillac huh?

↳user19: have they still not mentioned anything

↳landonorris: NO THOSE MUPPETS HAVE NOT

pierregasly: so you saw a sea turtle?

↳charles_leclerc: it came right up to me!

↳pierregasly: AND YOURE MOVING TO CADILLAC??

user20: I've got mad respect for them literally ignoring all mentions of Cadillac. We stan some messy bitches in this house liked by maxverstappen, yn, charles_leclerc

↳georgerussell63: you three will like a post but not respond to your friends?

↳maxverstappen: yeah

↳georgerussell63: I'm going to run you off the track in Australia

↳maxverstappen: you can try

user21: this is gonna be the best season ever, I can just tell

↳user22: I'm already so entertained and it's not even 2026 yet!

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cadillacf1: We're here to bring some sunshine to your life — full livery tour coming soon

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user23: oh my god yellow is a banger color

↳user24: I'm so so glad it's not another black/blue nonsense — we need more COLOR

user25: max in gold?? Yes please

↳user26: I'm taking that to mean that they're gonna win gold every race

↳user27: I like that logic very much

charles_leclerc: 🌻🌟

↳user28: very descriptive! Now what made you move to Cadillac???

↳arthur_leclerc: yeah charles why'd you leave Ferrari??

↳user29: they still haven't told you???

↳arthur_leclerc: they have NOT

user30: I'm laughing at their continued lack of explanation

↳alex_albon: it's very annoying and we all wished they'd stop

↳maxverstappen: nah

↳alex_albon: max get back here and answer some questions!!

↳alex_albon: or at least pick up your phone!!!

user31: oh 2026 is gonna be a great year, I can tell

f1gossip

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f1gossip: Cadillac just posted a 2 hour video to YouTube (linked below) showing off their factory (Cadillac Automobile Plant or the CAP), their new livery (the yellow looks gorgeous), and an interview with both Max and Charles.

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user32: they look so happy!

↳user33: I've forgotten what genuine happiness looks like for them, it's been so long

user34: I'm legit like 3 hours from the CAP. I'm not saying I'm booking a tour of it for research purposes…but I'm booking a tour of it for research purposes

↳user35: you're a real one 🫡 we need to know everything for all the new fanfics being written

↳user34: submit all questions to my DMs and I'll try my best!

user35: ok but everyone at the CAP looked so happy? Is this what a functioning team looks like?

↳user36: as a previous Ferrari fan, I wouldn't know

user37: I'm loving the yellow oh my god

↳user38: I think this was the best thing to happen

user39: my favorite part was max and charles following yn around, flirting and complimenting her

↳user40: I loved how she was just blushing and flirting back

↳user41: they are for real my favorite couple ever

↳user42: you can tell how much they love and care for each other

user43: I'd forgotten what hope looks like for max and charles…yn and Cadillac please 🙏

f1gossip

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f1gossip: as the 2026 season draws closer, Cadillac's team doesn't seem worried about anything but dinner plans.

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user50: I want to have that level of nonchalance actually

↳user51: so do I. desperately

user52: you know what? I support this. they've been so stressed out the past few years — they deserve this

user53: I'm taking this to mean that they all have confidence in the team

↳user54: I mean in the interview from the CAP, they sounded completely confident

user55: testing looked good right?

↳user56: I mean yes but testing is not the end all be all of an indicator

↳user56: some teams like the mind games and will sandbag during testing to downplay their performance

↳user55: but the boys sounded so happy afterward?

↳user57: they could just be happy that they're away from redbull and Ferrari?

↳user55: true…

user58: I know Australia is only 2 weeks away but I need it now

↳user59: big mood

Bluesky

user60: she's a boss ass bitch and I love her

user61: god the tone those reporters used when asking her questions…I about crawled through the screen to punch them myself

↳user62: same. like take your misogynistic bs somewhere else please

user63: I'm going to need more people then Wheatley and Komatsu to defend her — do more then the bare minimum please

user64: worst questions asked? Go! "Do you think you're going to have more trouble dealing with drivers spats then others might?

↳user65: oh she ate with her response! "Why? Cause I'm a new principal, because I'm so young, because I'm dating the drivers, or because I'm female?"

↳user66: "why do you think you got this job over others?" "Because I'm qualified? And I was already in talks with Cadillac to be one of their drivers when my accident happened."

↳user67: "do you think there will be conflicts within the team due to your…intimate relationship?" Was a banger ngl

↳user68: "No. Because we're all adults and professionals on top of that. Capable of separating ourselves outside of the track to us on the track." The shade being thrown…👌👌

user69: I think we can all agree that yn was the winner of this weekend, regardless of how the boys do

↳user70: 100%

Bluesky

user71: they smoked everyone lordy. literally left them in the dust

↳user72: it was everything I've wanted

user73: 20 seconds??? Both them? Oh we're gonna be fed so good this year

↳user74: this is gonna be the year of Charles vs Max and I'm so so ready

↳user75: they're gonna show us how great the 2 of them actually are

user76: they sounded so relaxed on the radio? Charles was even joking???

↳user77: I didn't know they knew how to do that…

user78: ok I've been converted. I'm a Cadillac fan now

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yn: summer break done right 💛🌼 paddle, drinks, and friends

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user79: can I join? Please?

user80: love this! 

maxverstappen: let the record show that I won today

↳charles_leclerc: you did not

↳yn: well that's wrong

↳landonorris: mate I don't know what that was but it wasn't winning

↳georgerussell63: I don't think you've ever been so wrong before…

↳fernandoalo.oficial: no.

user81: so. I need to ask. did anyone ever explain why max and charles left to go to Cadillac??

↳alex_albon: no

↳user82: seriously??

↳landonorris: but the we saw them race in Australia and Japan and understood

↳user83: yeah that's fair.

Bluesky

user84: my nerves are shot. I can't watch this

↳user85: are you really gonna miss the chance to watch what is probably going to be the greatest race ever?

↳user84: no. no I guess not

user86: I’ve bittern my nails down to the quick! I don't remember a time where they were literally tied heading into the final race

↳user87: well I mean they've been trading 1st and 2nd place back forth like a hacky sack all season

user88: oh my god it's time! It's finally time!

↳user89: and as they say! It's lights out…

↳user90: …AND AWAY WE GO!

a/n3: I won’t be writing another part to this — the ending was left open on purpose. You can decide if charles wins his 1st in 2026 or that max wins his 5th.

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You always had that emptiness of missing your soulmate. It was an uneasy feeling, not too painful, but still it was a feeling that was always lingering there, somewhere deep down. It got worse as you got older, and you saw your friends, family, everyone eventually finding their halves, falling in love, getting married.

It got particularly hard during holidays, when you’d sit around with your family and their soulmates, and you’d be all alone, wishing and praying you’d find yours.

Eventually, you’d find yourself browsing the government website where they talked about what to do if you never find your soulmate, support groups and the last resource, medicines to deal with soulmate absences. Many people lived a good, healthy life even if they never got to meet their soulmate and you started to try and make peace with the fact that you never might.

You laid awake, staring at the soulmate tattoo on your wrist. It was a monogram of your initial and the initial of your soulmate, but it only had your initial and it’d be complete the moment you and your soulmate first touched. You had looked at your parents’ tattoo many times when they weren’t looking, too busy staring lovingly into each other’s eyes to notice you.

-

You were walking the shore, it was a warm summer night, you had just watched the sunset by yourself, sitting on a bench with an ice cream cone. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and you quickly looked around trying to find the reason for that strange feeling. The pier was considerably full, people coming and going, a lot of locals and tourists, so it was hard to tell where that feeling came from. You kept walking and looking around when you stumbled into someone, hard. So hard it had you falling on your ass on the ground. You looked up to see one of the most handsome men you had ever seen.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” He said politely, offering a hand to help you up, but as soon as he pulled you up, you felt your soulmate mark tingle, and when you looked, a letter C showed up on top of your own initial, and as you looked at his wrist, both of you shocked, your initial showed up on top of his own monogram.

“Oh, my god…” You whispered, noticing his monogram wasn’t just his initial, it had another one too, an M, “What…?”

“I think… we might be soulmates…” Charles said with a startled giggle, “I’m Charles, by the way.”

You said your name back and offered a hand, exchanging a handshake and it felt good, a special kind of warmth spreading through your chest.

“I- I thought I already had found my soulmate…” Charles said, suddenly, “but…” He touched his own tattoo, “we might be a trio.”

Charles smiled as he offered his hand, and you took it, letting him guide you wherever. It didn’t matter when the feel of his touch was so soothing, so right.

Trios of soulmates aren’t common, but they’re not exactly rare. You had met a few through your lifetime, and your own grandparents from your maternal side were a trio of soulmates. Charles seemed eager, happy, and you allowed yourself to be just as giddy, he spoke fast, in a heavy accent looking like he was besides himself for having found you.

“I… I had always had this lingering feeling that something was amiss, even after I met Max, but I thought it was just my mind playing pranks on me… Oh, by the way, Max is my boyfriend and soulmate, and he’s probably yours too!” Charles was speaking a hundred words per minute and you could only smile at him, as he invited you to his car, to drive you to his boyfriends’ place, for you guys to meet because he could bet Max’s initial would join his on your soulmate mark. 

When you arrived at a fancy building, Charles guiding you to the elevator, you two looked at each other. Charles was flushed and breathless, looking happy.

“Max, mon coeur!” Charles called out as he dragged you into a big apartment, your hands intertwined together.

Max was a big guy, blonde, tall and handsome and his gorgeous eyes had your breath hitching on your throat when they met yours for the first time, the same feeling of the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. He had a confused face as he came out of one of the rooms, his eyes immediately dropping to Charles’ hand around yours.

“What is this, Charles?” His face was stormy, like he was getting angry.

“She is it. She is our soulmate…” Charles said, tugging you forward, closer to Max and you could see his contempt, like he didn’t like that one bit, it made you cringe internally, wanting to look good, to leave a good impression.

“I don’t think this is right…” Max said, carefully picking his words. You could sense his hesitation but you could also see how he was being careful to not hurt Charles’ feelings.

“It is, look!” Charles showed his soulmate mark, your initial now engraved on top of the C and the M.

Charles, for his part, looked so excited that he failed to notice the tension, Max’s hesitation and you with your stomach dropping to your feet. You felt crushed, the giddiness and the happiness you had felt meeting Charles now dampened by Max’s evident displeasure with all of it.

Despite being painfully aware of Max’s dislike of the situation, for a while you thought it was just the suddenness of everything, of him being used to only Charles as a soulmate. You attributed it to him being caught by surprise.

So you gently removed your hand from Charles’ and offered it to Max in a handshake. He hesitated, taking a couple of steps back, pretending to be busy with something else. You dropped your hand back to your sides.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said with a tentative smile, despite the weird feeling of a knot in your chest tightening, making your insecurities bloom, your eyes meeting Max’s again.

-

Slowly, you started to be included in their routine. You knew that if it were by Charles’ decision, you’d probably have moved on day one. But you needed the space to adjust to the idea, you spent so long thinking you would never find your soulmate that finding out there were two of them was a little unnerving. And also, to let Max adjust to your existence, as he seemed a little reluctant still.

So you started getting to know each other every Wednesday night, when you usually went to their places, and you ordered food and chatted about life, about childhood, family, everything and anything.

And so, Wednesday dates became twice a week, and then two dinners and a lunch, and soon, you were part of each other’s routine. An intricate routine was built as it went, your meetings, your dates, they flying you out to the places they went for pre-season.

Despite integrating into each other’s lives fairly quickly, you still were keeping a safe distance, you had not kissed or even made love yet. You knew you had to take things slow, adapt to the change as much as you wanted to jump in head first. Max was… trying. You could tell he was trying, but he had a hard time adapting to abrupt changes. Charles called you over one time, alone, to explain that Max needed some time and patience, and even when they first got together, he had a hard time adjusting to a soulmate, to feeling them, to get familiar with the person and the avalanche of emotions that came with them.

It took a couple of weeks for Max to touch you, for your soulmate marks to grow complete.

You were flying overnight with them in Max’s private plane, you, reading a book in one of the seats, Max across from you on his phone. Charles was long gone, lying on the bed inside the other room, sleeping soundly for a couple of hours, through the night flight. You could feel Max’s gaze on you every few minutes, sometimes you looked back at him with a lazy little smile. You had put on a few of your PTOs to accompany them to the first race of the year, to try and get yourself immersed a little more in what seems to be a great part of their lives.

You tried staying awake, shouldering through the pages of your book, forcing yourself to read it. But the exhaustion was slowly creeping up, the letters starting to blur.

You blinked, and when you realized, you were waking up, feeling your soulmate mark tingling slightly. You looked up, Max was carrying you, the strong scent of his cologne filling your lungs, his warmth around you as you blinked again, confused.

“Sleep now, I’m taking you to bed,” He muttered, and it was the softest you’d ever heard his voice address you as.

You didn’t say anything as you felt him place you on a soft bed, low lights as you closed your eyes, feeling Charles’ warmth again. After a little sleepy scooting, you were half asleep between both Charles and Max. Charles’ legs between yours, his cheek against your shoulder on the right side, Max to your left side, pulling a blanket on top of you three. His arm reached across you, laying on your middle and his hand landing on Charles, like he wanted to feel both of you in your arms. Before fully falling asleep, you stared at his wrist, your initial finally joining his and Charles’ on his skin.

With a soft smile, you felt the happiest you’d ever felt, cocooned between the two loves of your life, relaxed as you fell asleep.

When you woke up again, a few hours later, Max wasn’t in bed, he was back at his seat, talking on his phone, while Charles was awake beside you, lazily doom scrolling, his legs still tangled with yours.

“Slept well, mon coeur?” He asked as he noticed you waking up.

“Yeah, I did…” You mumbled, rubbing your face, “Did Max sleep?”

“Yes, for a couple of hours. He doesn’t sleep much during flights. Why?”

“Did you see?” You whispered, almost giddy as you raised your hand to show him your wrist, mark now complete as Max finally touched you. Charles smiled softly, pulling your hand and placing a gentle kiss to your soulmate mark.

“See? He’s warming up…” Charles whispered back, eyes shining.

When you arrived in Australia, going straight to the hotel, smiling with Charles as Max made the check-in, your stomach dropped when the receptionist talked about “Two rooms”, not just one for you three. You gulped as Max gave you one of the keys, took the other one as he took Charles’ hand in his.

Your eyes dropped to their hands, and when your gaze met Charles’ he knew, you could see the same hurt in his eyes as in yours. You followed them into the elevator, and your room was right beside theirs. With a lump in your throat, you didn’t trust yourself to look at them one last time before entering, so you just didn’t, the first tears falling down your cheeks as the door clicked shut behind you.

After a quick shower, you sat in bed, wrapped in a robe telling yourself that this was fine. You’ve met them only a couple of months before, it was natural that they’d take time to adjust to you. Despite reading and hearing all about things like once you meet your soulmate, you never want to be apart from them, nor them from you.

It’s fine, you whispered to yourself again.

Around an hour later, Charles texted you to get ready for breakfast, and the puffy of your eyes was long gone as you dressed in a casual little dress and went downstairs to the restaurant to meet them.

Both were already there as you joined, walking towards them, you noticed how they checked you out, and that was almost enough to forget the fact you weren’t sharing a room with them, you chatted some more over breakfast. Despite Max being still slightly distant, you could see he was trying. Trying to talk to you, actively listening to your answers, joining in conversation.

Later that day, they ended up having to go to media day, which they asked if you wanted to go with. They said there wasn’t much going on, and for that exact reason you decided to go, it’d be better to get around the paddock on a day that it wasn’t full of people.

They showed you around, and that moment Max was slightly more talkative than he’d ever been, probably because it was a comfortable subject for him, talking about racing, about cars and tracks. You loved hearing him explain, talk about his passion, what he did on the daily and his routine there.

At some point, Charles left to record something with his team, but you and Max barely noticed his absence as you listened to the champion talking. Then, someone found you two and said Max had to go.

Max left you at the hospitality.

“Will you be okay here?” He asked, reaching into his pocket.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. If anything happens I’ll text you or Charles,” You said, and he held up your paddock passes, gently placing the string around your neck.

“If anything happens, you can go back to my room. You remember how to get there?” Max said, pulling your hair atop the strings of the passes.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Thank you, Max.” You whispered with a soft smile and he nodded, seemingly hesitating to hug you or something like that. You watched as he stepped back and went with the team person.

You ate, drank and opened your ipad to do some work, sitting in a far corner of the hospitality room, hoping the headphones would tune out the loud noises of the paddock.

Charles found you first after a couple of hours, he crouched before you, hands on your knees, looking soft.

“Tired of waiting?”

“I’m okay,” You said, reaching for him, gently brushing his hair that was out of place.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel? We might take longer here…” He offered, and you hesitated, despite wanting to stay, you were still somewhat sleepy from the overnight flight.

“I guess I could use a nap, and I might need to go shopping. I didn’t bring many weather appropriate clothes.”

Charles had a driver take you back to the hotel, after a short nap, you went out in the city to buy some clothes for the following days. During your shopping spree, you ended up going to a salon to do your nails, and on a whim, you decided a change would do you good and the boys might appreciate it, and you had the hair stylist darken your hair, and you chopped it off, shoulder length, a cool and fresh haircut.

When you arrived at the track, Charles was the first to greet you, a gentle smile as addressed your new look.

“Oh? Changed your hair? It looks nice, it’s so pretty.”

“Thank you, I thought it was about time I tried something new…” You preened under his praise, turning to Max, hoping to please him somehow.

“You look good,” He said with a little smile while Charles rolled a strand of your hair on his finger, softly feeling its texture.

You don’t tell them you did it to somewhat look more like Charles, to get Max to like you. And the way their eyes lingered softly on you… it meant something. Something that had you feeling a nice little warmth in the pit of your stomach.

Over a couple of days, you three grew more comfortable around each other, especially as you were the one coming into an already established relationship. So you really wanted them to naturally grow easier around you, you didn’t push, but every morning you had breakfast together and dinner too. You liked it, the routine, the softness of easy conversations about life, learning more about theirs, making plans for the future.

That same weekend, the race was… bad. Really bad for both of them, but especially for Max. Charles had started P5 and unfortunately ended P7. But Max… Had started P2 and due to a couple of race incidents and one 10 second penalty, ended up P13. According to what you heard from the race commentary it was his first actual bad race in quite some time. And you could see in his eyes the way he was fuming post-race.

During their post race commitments, you stayed out of their way, you knew they’d have press and meeting with their team, so you stayed at the Ferrari hospitality, grabbed a bite while you researched some way to help their de-stress later, maybe a swim in the hotel pool, or just soaking in the big jacuzzi in their hotel room.

After a couple of grueling hours, you decided to go find Charles first, since he’d probably be in a slightly better place mentally than Max. You went to his little room, but he wasn’t there. A helpful member of the staff said he had gone to see Max, and suggested you went there too.

You made your way through the maze of people towards them, grabbing a couple of small chocolates to give them. Charles had mentioned once that a little sweet treat would always lift their moods after a tough day.

As you arrived at his room, you could hear their voices through the thin walls, and it took you a few steps to notice they seemed to be arguing. You stopped before you could make your presence known, standing behind the door.

“-Look, I know you’re frustrated, the race today was fucking nuts…” Charles started, apparently trying to calm down Max.

“All of this sucks. But you don’t understand… because you’re you…” Max replied, still agitated, “You are kind and welcoming, but this is not cool with me, okay?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t do changes like you, Charlie…” Max sighed, seemingly unable to put into words whatever was plaguing him, “I feel so… I don’t know. I just hate that my car changed, that I’m battling it as much as I’m battling other drivers week in, week out. You’re also changed, Charlie, and I’m- here. And there’s…” Max’s voice died for a moment, and he whispered your name. The sound of it, the contempt in his voice… it had you rooted to the spot.

“What about her?” Charles asked, his voice almost shaky, as if he knew exactly where this was going.

“It was better before!” Max snapped, his voice an octave higher because of the outburst.

You froze, the weight of his words landing right on your chest like a deep, dark blow. Dread filling your lungs and aching like acid as you held onto the wall.

“You don’t mean it,” Charles whispered, sounding disappointed.

“It was, you know that! N-now because of her, we have to rearrange our schedules, and adjust our whole lives to fit her. When it was perfect the way it was before!”

“Don’t say that, Max,” Charles muttered, sounding hurt, “that’s awful.”

“Don’t pretend like this isn’t a lot of change for us, Charlie. We have the same life, we travel the same places, we are almost always in the same time zone, the same bed, face to face. She is not from this life. And now we have to stretch our already packed schedule and life to accommodate her. Do you think this is fair to me?”

Silence. A silence that spoke volumes, a consenting confirmation that Charles probably felt the same. That all your trying, all your efforts amounted to nothing in the grand scheme of things. You were just you and they were Max & Charles, 2-in-1, soulmates, halves of a whole. There was no space for you, there was never another spot available in their midst, in their bed. You were always set to fail, to be the stranger in their relationship.

You stepped away from the room, unable to put yourself through hearing more, walking aimlessly through the paddock. That had been enough for your heart to take, to understand its place in all of this. Even in their lives, there would never be any space for you. You’d never mean to Charles the same as Max, and you’d never mean to Max the same as Charles.

Trying not to cry, you swallowed the thick, painful lump in your throat, eyes red as you fought the tears, to not pull any unwanted attention to yourself as you blended with your surroundings.

You were like one of those sad soulmates stories you had read in forums on the internet, the loose string that would never fit with their counterparts. They could even love you as any soulmates did, but did they like you?

How long had you walked aimlessly? You didn’t know, but eventually, you heard your name being called by Charles, and you turned in time to see them waving you over. Max seemed moody, still, but slightly calmer, controlled.

“We were looking for you,” Charles said with a soft smile, one that made you break a bit more inside.

“I was a bit lost…” You said, unable to hide the redness in your eyes and nose.

“Are you okay?” Charles asked, and that caught Max attention, who stared at you more attentively.

“Yeah… just sleepy, I guess.” You lied, which they seemed to buy.

You three ended up going back to Monte Carlo a couple of hours later, both of them not finding any reason to stay there any longer. You kept quiet and distant most of the time. You sat in your seat, trying to read a book but your mind was elsewhere. Your mind was in the decision to make knowing you’re not wanted somewhere and make yourself scarce.

“Hey,” Charles said, and you looked up at him, “We’re going to bed to catch some sleep,” He pointed towards the small room with the big bed you three had slept on, on the way there, Max had changed from his t-shirt into a fluffy sweater, “Wanna come?”

You shook your head softly, “Let me just go through some more of my book. I’ll join you later, okay?”

He nodded, a gentle squeeze to your shoulder as he went to bed. You watched over your book when he joined Max on the bed, both of them cuddling softly, whispering things you couldn’t hear, intimacy you weren’t privy to.

The odd one out.

You stared at them for a few minutes as they fell asleep, Charles’ face tucked into Max’s neck, his arm around the monegasque, pulling him flush to his side. A blanket pulled up to their waists, cocooning them in warmth and affection. Sharing something you would never be part of.

Your eyes watered as you looked away, trying to tune out the ugly envy that wanted to rip through your chest and flood you. Because you wanted that, so much that the knowledge you won’t have any of it, made your chest constrict in tiny little pieces. The tears fell down after the first hour of their sleep, a sob ripped through your chest but you quickly covered it with your balled up coat, trying to breathe through it, to tone it down. You cried silently for the next few hours, trying to force yourself to stop, but every time you remembered Max’s words, a fresh wave of tears came over you.

Eventually, before sunrise, you managed to go to the bathroom and pull yourself together just enough to let the swelling in your face go down. You managed a nap in the reclined seat, never daring yourself to go to bed with them, despite how much you wanted it.

You woke up with Max touching your arm to wake you up, saying something about putting the seat belt to land. You walked with them quietly to the car, letting them sit together in the back seat while you went to the passenger seat. Max noticed, but he didn’t say anything as Charles sat down beside him, leaning against his shoulder.

You met his eyes through the rearview mirror, looking away after a second.

Whispering, you told the driver the address to your place.

“You’re not coming with us?” Max asked, and you just shook your head.

“I have some work things to fix.” You lied, not looking back at him.

It worked differently with trios. If the three parts were apart from each other, then they all would suffer those symptoms. But if two out of three were together, it didn’t matter much. The two would still feel the lingering absence of their third but they could ultimately live a comfortable, happy life. Your own grandparents, back in the day when Grandpa Joe passed away unexpectedly, your Grandma Everly and Grandpa Harold still managed to live together comfortably despite feeling the absence of their third.

So in a way, you knew Charles and Max would be fine without you.

You, on the other hand, would take the worst of the pain. 

And you were already feeling it, the shake of your hands as you stepped out of the car, quietly. Unnoticed. There was a tight knot coiled in your chest, and as they drove away and you went back home, you could feel it about to snap. You held back as best as you could because you knew the moment you got home it would snap. And break you forever.

And break you it did.

The moment you walked inside your place and the door was safely locked, your first sob ripped through your throat like a thunder, and you allowed your legs to wobble until you slid your back down the wall, until you were nothing but a pool of tears and heartbreak.

It’s a complicated thing, this feeling, this urge to be with them bellied your need to make them happy. But the knowledge that they were happy before you… without you… it stung. And if that was the way to make them happy, you’d do it and bear the short end of the deal. You’d take the pain if it made them happy.

That alone was enough to ease the burning pain in your chest.

So you pulled away.

Forty minutes later, Charles texted you wanting to know if you were still coming over for dinner as you had mentioned in passing during the trip. You lied, telling him you had a family problem to solve. Charles, bless his heart, got worried and offered help. You lied some more saying it wasn’t a big deal.

That’s how you started pulling away, the race two weeks later you had agreed to come, you canceled, saying you had work piled up and you’d have to stay back.

You progressively reduced texting with Charles, deciding to go slow, weaning, so he wouldn’t notice. His calls grew shorter and far between. The wave of heat and comfort you felt hearing their voices, seeing their faces made it worse when you had to hang up the call.

The pain got worse as you stopped talking with them. Your chest would hurt, a pointed pain that came in waves and made your hand press into your chest in a soothing massage.

The less you spoke with them, the pain grew to the point you had to find a doctor. A soulmate doctor who you told you lost your soulmate. Initially she prescribed heart medication, a pill you’d take every morning to ease the aching in your heart. She said that if at any point the pain got worse than the pills could prevent, you’d have to change to the medicine implant.

Soulmates were a complex thing, many times each case bringing complexities of their own, but overall, treatable. The medicine would considerably ease the pain to a liveable point. The depths of their absence will become something manageable, something you’d learn to live with.

──── MARKING

lando and oscar absolutely ADORE seeing their marks on you and on each other. they're unbelievably possessive, but not in a controlling way -- they're very confident in your relationship. the possessiveness, rather, manifests in them leaving hickeys and love bites all over your neck, your collarbones -- your inner thighs (those are a treat just for them).

the marks that you and oscar leave on lando are usually around his chest; spots of purple can normally be found around his nipples. you and lando, however -- you leave them all over oscar's thighs. they're just begging for some attention.

they could cum just staring at the marks your nails leave behind on their backs. lando loves fucking you in missionary, just so you can leave indents over his shoulders, while oscar prefers to fuck you from behind, so he can leave marks over your neck while he presses your head into the mattress.

──── SNOWBALLING

the three of you love to do it in so many ways, when you and oscar are giving lando head -- making out with his tip resting between your lips, or simply taking turns taking him as far down your throats as possible. whichever way, you both end up swapping his cum between your lips; making lando twitch and whimper where he's watching over you, captivated by the sight of his cum being spread between your tongues, your lips. doing it while staring at him? well, he can't say he's ever gotten so hard again right after cumming in his life.

you and lando, in turn, like to do it when you take turns riding oscar. it's beyond filthy; when oscar ends up cumming in you, lando's there to pull you up and off of him by your hips, before he's forcing you to lay over oscar while he eats you out relentlessly. you'll be whimpering, hands clawing at oscar's chest, while lando devours both your pussy and oscar's cum. once he's gotten you off, he'll grab your chin, make you open your mouth, and spit oscar's cum right onto your tongue -- all the while oscar's watching from below.

lando and oscar? if it's a free night, where the three of you aren't dead-tired, they'll take turns fucking you. you'll just lie there and take it, not knowing how many times you've cum already, until lando and then oscar cum deep inside you. you think the night's over, and it's time for aftercare -- but, no. no, oscar dips down, tongue teasing at your folds, before he's grabbing lando's face and pulling him into a messy, cum-filled kiss. if you could go again, you would.

LESTAPPEN

──── HAIR PULLING

fuck, do max and charles love some subtle domination. they're both endlessly arrogant -- sometimes tasteful with it, sometimes not -- but nowhere are they as assertive with it as in the bedroom. the trust between the three of you enables a safe, comfortable, but powerful environment. you have your safe words, your physical cues. it's a perfect dynamic, between the three of you. this can be seen most overtly through the use of hair pulling.

whatever you're doing -- whether you're simply laying there, or if you're giving head, or if you're riding -- max and charles will both fist at the base of your skull, grabbing a handful of your hair, and force you to pay attention. most of the time, if you're distracted, they won't call your name. no, they'd much rather make their point very explicit. it turns you on endlessly, the way that they practically man handle you to get your attention. it's presumptuous in the best way.

it's not simply on their end, though. equally, if charles' head is buried between your thighs, you'll fist at his brunette curls and force him to go faster, deeper, harder -- practically directing him to focus on the areas where you're most sensitive. he fucking salivates at the feeling. max, too, loves it. if he's fucking you from behind, and you reach behind your shoulder to fist at his hair and shove his face into your neck, his thrusts will stutter. it just does it for him. on each other? it's mostly during blowjobs -- whoever's on their knees, be it charles or max, is getting their hair pulled.

──── EDGING

you think they're that stubborn, and don't enjoy edging? they are absolutely ruthless with it -- on each other, on you, on themselves. they have the determination to go on for a couple of hours at a time. all the things that come with it -- begging, crying, humiliation -- are just the cherries on top.

max, oftentimes, will be the one leaning against the bedhead -- arms wrapped tight around your torso where you're laying against his chest. he keeps you immobile while charles is sat between your legs -- be it with a vibrator, his fingers, or while he's fucking you -- keeping you right on the edge and disallowing release. you'll be a quivering, sobbing, desperate mess, begging for max and charles to just let you cum already, but max will just bark a sharp laugh, while charles will mockingly tut in faux-sympathy. it's as painful as it is exhilarating, and when the three of you know your limits, the eventual release is worth it.

charles, when he's had a difficult weekend, or when he's simply in the mood, will take a seat by the bed and direct both you and max. he'll tell max when to thrust, when to pull your hair, when to give you a kiss. most importantly, though, he'll tell max when to stop. he'll direct when he gets to cum -- when he gets to let you cum -- until you're both entirely focused on him, and not each other. you'll both be giving your best puppy eyes to charles, begging and whining for him to finally let you both cum; all the while, he'll be a smirking, smug asshole. it's perfect, everytime.

BEARNELLI

──── SLEEPY SEX/SOMNOPHILIA

late mornings with the sunlight streaming through the lace curtains are some of your favourites. when it's the off season, you'll find yourself buried between kimi and ollie's warm, muscled bodies. kimi's face will be drooling and pressed against the nape of your neck, while your cheek will be smooshed against ollie's chest, arm swung around his waist.

sometimes, you'll be slowly awoken -- in aching, gentle increments -- to either one of your boys grinding against you; your arse, your hip, wherever your soft, sleep-heated skin is on display and in reach. your favourite moments to wake to are when they're not awake. when their halting, desperate hip jerks and thrusts are a simple manifestation of whatever dreams are running through their minds. when their faces scrunch up in a mix of pleasure and confusion when your hand wraps around their length, and they wake up cumming into your fist, a soft flush coating their skin.

your absolute favourite is when you wake up of your own volition, to them softly making out in the golden sunlight; frotting against each other with kimi on top of ollie, spit-slicked lips sliding against each other's. they'll be making needy, quiet whines, whispering that they can't wake you up, or that they have to be quiet. all the while, you'll have just awoken, still sleepy but so very in love, and ready to find your own pleasure in their morning horniness.

──── BLINDFOLDS

the first time that you suggest bringing blindfolds into the bedroom, kimi and ollie are nervous. they insist that they love being able to look at you, at each other, during sex -- that there's no need to spice up your sex life when it's already perfect. you're understanding, of course you are, so you say that you won't pressure them to, but that you'd like for them to do some research before completely shutting it down. after a couple weeks of radio silence on the topic, it slips your mind.

so, when kimi's dexterous fingers wrap a thick, black fabric around your eyes while you're sitting on the couch next to ollie, ready to start a movie, to say that you're surprised is an understatement. your surprise doesn't do anything to quell the pure anticipation and excitement that floods through you, though. ollie's large hands wrap around your wrists, and then they're murmuring softly as they guide you to your bedroom. your skin feels alight with goosebumps, your lips slightly parted as you place, quite literally, blind trust in your partners.

the sex that follows is nothing short of breath-taking. their touch, their moans, the feeling of their lips on yours, their tongues against your clit -- it's all entirely captivating. it feels infinitely more sensitive with the blindfold, renders you helpless to their whims and movements. without being able to guess where there'll go next, each choice that they make feels catastrophic. you cum louder than you ever have before; fingers clawing against the sheets and mouth agape as you completely submit to their desires.

CHOSCAR

──── PRAISE KINK

oscar and charles are nothing if not gentlemen. between charles' raw charisma and his pure enthusiasm for life itself, and oscar's more soft-handed introversion and subtle clinginess, being their partner means nothing less than constant adoration and praise. this, of course, translates to your sex life.

even if you're having a quickie with oscar -- your legs wrapped around his waist, and your back pressed solidly against his driver's room wall -- he'll be showering your neck, shoulder, and face with kisses. you'll both be panting, your arms wrapped tight around his neck, and he'll be chanting compliments against your skin; breathy whimpers outlining just how good you are, how pretty, how he can't believe that he has the best partners in the world. you'll be cumming on his cock, walls squeezing around him, and he'll be promising that he'll give you everything in the world as he cums.

charles is slow, intimate, and soul-destroying when he fucks you. he'll have your face pressed into the pillow, his thumbs resting in the indents at your lower back, all while pressing long, gentle kisses to each knob of your spine. between each kiss, each thrust, he'll be listing something that he loves about you. he'll say how he loves the way you look at him in the morning as he pounds you, then how you sound like heaven. if oscar comes home from an obligation early, looking shy as he creaks the bedroom door open, charles will simply wave him over, pressing a firm kiss to his lips before demanding that he hold you against his chest and treat you well while charles finishes what he started.

It was a bright and sunny day in Monaco. After a few gloomy days, the drivers wanted to make the most out of their break. This leads to a little barbeque at George's backyard. You've always loved the summer and grabbed every oppurtunity to wear the most summery dresses you could find.

The party was the perfect excuse to show off the adorable lemon-print flowy dress you'd got. You hadn't tried it on while buying so it was your first time trying it on. It was a size smaller than you'd usually go for and it hugged your boobs and waist a little tighter. But you didn't pay much attention to it and went to check on your boyfriends.

Charles looked handsome in a baby blue linen shirt and a pair of shorts. He was doing his hair and you sneaked up behind him to give a kiss. "Bonjour ma belle. You look pretty" He commented turning to kiss you properly. "Hm. Merci amour. Where's Max?" You questioned looking around for your favorite Dutch. "He's feeding Jimmy and Sassy. Give him a kiss for me. I'll be out in a minute." You hopped out happily and made your way to Max.

He was on the floor, playing with Sassy as Jimmy nibbled at the food in his palm. He looked up at you and smiled. You sat down next to him and just laid your head on his shoulder, soaking in the calmness. Soon you were out of the house and on your way to the party.

Everything about the party was good. The food, the company and the atmosphere. You were deep in conversation with Carmen and George, when you felt an arm snake on your waist. In the blink of an eye, both of your boyfriends stood next to you like guard dogs. They remained idle for a few minutes as you continued your conversation. Then they excused themselves along with you and dragged you into the house, claiming an emergency.

They hardly waited a moment when you entered the little guest bedroom before throwing you on the bed. You were confused at the sudden action. "Guys what's going on?" You barey got it out before Charles started kissing your neck.

"Baby, while Charlie and I love you and your body, we don't appreciate other assholes staring at what's ours." Max explained, kissing you gently. "Who was staring?" You whispered. "Everyone. Have you looked in the mirror today bebe? You look like a fucking goddess in this dress. Everybody wants what's ours huh?" Charles complimented you as he undid the ropes on your dress. Letting it slip down your boobs, leaving you in your floral lingerie you were saving for later. Your boyfriends groaned at the sight and didn't waste any time before getting to work kissing your neck and sucking your nipples.

You moaned and squirmed at the sensation. Max got between your thighs. pulled your panties down and got to work immediately. He sucked and played with your clit, while Charles sucked hard on your collarbone, making sure to leave a mark that shows who you belong to. The room echoed with lewd sounds of Max eating you out like a starving man. Charles joined in and entered a finger that your pussy welcomed with open lips.

They worked together like a well-oiled machine. Bringing you closer to your orgasm and just when you were ready to follow the light, letting it fade. It continued for a bit before you finally had enough and yanked Max's hair pulling him closer to your pussy, signalling you were done playing.

The pair were more than happy to oblige. With the swirl of Max's tongue inside your pussy along with Charles' clit play, you came hard and fast. Before you could catch your breath, your body was inching towards the second orgasm, this one being more powerful than the previous one. You shook and convulsed on the bed as you squirted all over the two men who looked up at you with adoration.

"Fuck me, look at the art you've made on his face, ma biche" Charles awed at your cum flowing down Max's face and his fingers. If death were to knock on his door right now, he'd welcome it a satisfied man. Max was quick to bring him out of his peaceful bliss, kissing the monegasque hard and heavy. You found this as your cue to get revenge for all the edging. Max's shorts showed little resistance to your daity fingers. You started palming his hard and throbbing cock while he continued to assault Charles' face. The room was filled with lewd wet noises and a mix of French and Dutch cusses.

You eventually managed to get the Dutchman naked and licked a stripe along the base of his shaft. "Come on baby, don't let Charlie just watch. Lie down with your ass up." You heard him say, while jerking off Charles and getting him ready for you. You got to the edge of the bed and laid down with your ass shaking in the air. You were so incredibly turned on, you could've cummed from the mere air blowing in the room. God, did having two Greek Gods for boyfriend really do a number on your sex drive. You cannot imagine a scenario or place where you wouldn't let them take you, or drop to your knees and start sucking on their cocks at the same time, like a starving whore.

You felt Charles' cock nudge and rim around your pussy. He could see how wet and swollen you were, but the little shit wanted to take his sweet time getting in you. You were about to scream from how hot and bothered you were, but Max didn't give you a chance as he got in front of you and shoved his cock in your mouth, at the same time when Charles pushed in you. You barely had a chance to adjust before they both started rocking in and out of you. You really wished you could record the noises that crept out of your mouths, for lonely nights away from your boyfriends. No audio porn could come close to this.

Charles slapped your ass, "Notre petite salope, just whoring out those pretty tits in front of everyone, huh? God baby, you want us to make them even bigger. Maybe fill it with milk? What do you say, Max?" He laughed and looked at his boyfriend, who seemed to be sharing his thought. "Fuck yes, Charles. Make her mama, put a baby in her. Let her walk in front of everyone showing who she belongs to. Isn't that what you want, lieve? Do you want Charlie to fuck a baby in your womb? Maybe I should fuck you after, so it realy sticks" Max could feel your close with the way you're choking around him. He simply pulls you close by your hair. Charles sneaks a finger down and pushes you to your limit. You cum around Charles while Max cums in your mouth. You swallow his seed along with your moans. Charles was close to follow, spilling ropes of hot white cum in your womb. He was a man with a mission, not stopping even after all his cum was in you. He kept going, making sure that he really got his seed in your womb. He pulled out a bit later and felt on the bed, utterly exhausted. Max pulled out of your mouth and just kneeled on the floor, you couldn't even move from the position they fucked you in. You were all hazy and fucked out. You could vaguely remember seeing Max cradle your face before blacking out.

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↳ lando : does daniel know?

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↳ lando : yuki what do you KNOW PLEASE

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↳ lando : fine i’m submitting a rumor to a gossip page

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↳ f1gossipgirls : lando we do not want your fake rumors again pls

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username005 : WHO IS SHE. WE DEMAND ANSWERS.

username76 : can we talk about the soft launch that charles also JUST POSTED???

↳ username008 : his comment on here confused me too

username09 : i can’t keep up rn

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charles_leclerc : king leo and i have been enjoying holiday so far 🩵

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username00 : is this the same boat and GIRL from max’s post????

↳ username77 : no clue but the background looks identical

olliebearman : “king leo and i” as there is a whole other person there. STOP BEING SO SECRETIVE 🤨

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↳ lando : we saw that pierre

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username005 : max posts “incredible few weeks away” and 24 hours later charles posts this???? BE SERIOUS.

username007 : WHO IS THAT WOMAN. SHOW YOURSELF.

f1gossipgirls : theory: they’re soft launching the same girl and we are witnessing history.

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The ocean is quiet today. The kind of quiet that hums beneath your skin — a soft, rhythmic stillness that feels like the world finally exhaled. The boat rocks gently under the afternoon sun, golden light spilling across the deck, painting Max’s tanned shoulders in honey and glinting off the fine salt in Charles’ hair.

You’re tucked between them, half-asleep against Max’s chest, your legs stretched out across Charles’ lap. Leo snores lightly at your feet, his little body rising and falling in time with the slow sway of the yacht. The air smells like sunscreen, sea spray, and the faint trace of Charles’ cologne.

It’s peace — the rare kind the three of you chase whenever the world gets too loud.

Charles runs his fingers through your hair, slow and gentle, his thumb brushing over your temple in small circles. Max hums low in his throat, tracing lazy patterns on your thigh. It’s almost meditative. For a moment, it’s easy to forget the endless stream of noise waiting for you all online.

Almost.

You sigh and bury your face deeper into Max’s chest. “They’re still talking about it,” you murmur, voice muffled by his skin. “About us. About who I’m supposedly dating. About how it’s impossible to love more than one person.”

Charles’ hand pauses, then resumes its rhythm. “You shouldn’t look at the comments, chérie,” he says softly, his voice warm but steady. “People like to talk about what they don’t understand.”

“I know,” you admit, sitting up slightly. “But it’s frustrating. They think they know everything. They pick apart every photo, every lyric, every move I make — and they still get it wrong.”

Max shifts behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he presses his chin to your shoulder. His voice is calm, low. “Let them think what they want. They’ll keep guessing until we tell them the truth. And when we do, it won’t matter what they say.”

You turn your head slightly, catching the edge of his smile. It’s small, soft, and certain in a way that settles something inside you. Charles watches quietly, his eyes full of that patient tenderness that always makes you melt.

“I just…” You trail off, the words catching in your throat. “I wish they saw it the way I do. The way we do.”

Charles reaches for your hand, his fingers threading through yours. “They don’t need to see it,” he says simply. “They just need to know it’s real.”

Max nods, brushing a strand of hair off your cheek. “And they will. When we’re ready.”

For a moment, the three of you just sit there, the silence comfortable again. The sea sparkles like a mirror, endless and blue. You let yourself breathe — really breathe — and feel them beside you. Max’s heartbeat against your back. Charles’ thumb tracing the lines of your knuckles. The wind curling through your hair.

Eventually, Max breaks the quiet. “Swim?”

You laugh under your breath. “You’re insatiable.”

He grins, that mischievous glint flickering back into his eyes. “You love it.”

Charles stands and stretches, sunlight catching on the curve of his smile. “Come on, amour. The water’s perfect.”

You let them pull you up — Max’s strong hand gripping your waist, Charles steadying you as you move toward the edge of the deck. The ocean looks impossibly blue from here, glittering and inviting.

Charles dives first, slicing through the surface like silk. Max follows with a splash, shouting something in Dutch that makes Charles laugh underwater. You stand there for a heartbeat, watching them — the way they move together so easily, unbothered and free.

And then you jump.

The water is cool against your skin, the salt stinging pleasantly in your throat. You break the surface with a gasp, and Max is already there, grinning as he wraps an arm around your waist. Charles swims closer, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, his lips curling into that perfect, teasing smile.

“Better?” he asks.

You nod, smiling so wide your cheeks ache. “Better.”

The three of you drift there for a while — weightless, sunlit, laughing about nothing and everything. Max splashes Charles; Charles retaliates by dunking Max under; you end up caught between them, shrieking and giggling until your lungs burn. It’s playful, easy, real.

Later, when you climb back onto the deck, dripping and breathless, Max wraps a towel around your shoulders and kisses your damp hair. Charles sits beside you, fingers brushing over your knee as the sun begins to dip lower over the horizon.

For a while, no one says anything. The sky is a wash of peach and gold. The world feels far away.

And even though the noise will return — the rumors, the headlines, the endless speculation — you realize it doesn’t matter right now. Because these moments belong to the three of you. And the world can wait.

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By the time the sun sinks beneath the horizon, the whole sky glows in watercolor shades of pink, gold, and violet. The yacht is anchored close to the shore, and the island ahead looks untouched—just a curve of pale sand and the dark silhouettes of palm trees swaying in the evening breeze.

Charles is the one who suggests it.

“Let’s have dinner on the beach,” he says, eyes bright, hair still damp from the swim. “No noise, no cameras. Just us.”

You and Max exchange a look, both of you smiling before you even answer. Within an hour, the small crew has helped set up something simple but perfect—blankets spread on the sand, a low table surrounded by lanterns, soft music humming from a speaker. Plates of grilled seafood, fresh fruit, and a bottle of white wine wait in the fading light.

It feels like a secret—like the world has forgotten to find you here.

You sit between them, toes buried in the warm sand. Charles pours the wine, careful and graceful as always, while Max picks through the platter for your favorite pieces. The smell of salt and smoke lingers in the air, carried by the sea breeze.

Conversation drifts easily, soft and half-whispered—childhood memories, race stories, the kind of small, ordinary things you rarely have time for. You listen as Charles describes how Monaco looks just before sunrise, and Max teases him about never being awake early enough to see it. They laugh, and then the laughter fades into a comfortable quiet.

You rest your head on Max’s shoulder, your hand slipping into Charles’s where it rests on the table. They both look at you, smiling in that wordless way that always makes your chest ache.

“This is the part no one sees,” you say quietly. “The part that feels real.”

Charles nods, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Maybe that’s why it’s so precious.”

Max leans over and presses a kiss to your temple. “We’ll come back to this,” he murmurs. “No matter how busy things get.”

You believe him.

When the food is gone and the lanterns are burning low, the three of you walk down to the edge of the water. The tide laps at your feet, warm and gentle. You hold both their hands, one in each of yours, and for a moment you don’t think about the future or the headlines waiting beyond this night. You just breathe.

Max’s voice breaks the silence first. “When we go back,” he says softly, “promise me we won’t lose this.”

You turn toward him, seeing the way the starlight reflects in his eyes. “We won’t,” you promise. “Even if we have to hide for a while longer.”

Charles steps closer, resting a hand at the back of your neck, the other brushing over Max’s shoulder. “We have each other,” he says. “That’s what matters.”

Then he kisses you, slow and unhurried, and Max’s hand finds your waist, grounding you between them. The ocean murmurs beside you, the night wrapping around the three of you like silk.

Later, back at the villa, you shower the salt from your hair and crawl into bed while Max fiddles with the air-conditioning and Charles turns down the lights. The sheets smell faintly of coconut and sun. When they finally join you, you end up tangled together in the middle—Charles on one side, Max on the other, your legs a mess of warmth under the blanket.

Charles traces idle shapes on your arm, each line a quiet promise. Max’s fingers brush through your hair, slow and steady, until your eyes begin to drift closed.

“You’re quiet,” Charles murmurs.

“I’m trying to remember everything,” you whisper back. “The sound of the waves, the way you’re both breathing, how the stars looked tonight. I want to keep it.”

Max’s voice rumbles softly behind you. “Then keep it,” he says. “We’ll make more.”

You smile, eyes heavy now, body weightless between them. The world feels far away—the noise, the questions, the waiting. For now there is only this: the steady rhythm of their hearts, the warmth of the sheets, and the soft whisper of the sea outside.

Charles presses a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep, mon cœur.”

And you do, knowing that when morning comes, reality will find you again—planes to catch, calls to answer, songs to release, races to run. But for tonight, you let it all go.

Tonight, it’s just the three of you, hidden away in paradise, the world turning quietly somewhere far beyond the horizon.

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The flight home is rather quiet. You’re curled up on the couch inside Max’s jet, half-asleep with your head resting against Charles’s shoulder while Max scrolls through something on his phone. The hum of the engines is steady, hypnotic. Outside the windows, the night sky stretches endless and dark.

You’ve been quiet for most of the flight, the calm of the island still clinging to you. It had felt perfect — too perfect — and now, with Monaco drawing closer, you can feel the world waiting.

When the plane begins its slow descent, Charles squeezes your hand. “We’ll be home soon, ma chérie.”

You hum in acknowledgment, but Max glances out the window, his brow furrowing. “That’s… odd.”

“What?” you ask, sitting up.

He points toward the faint line of flashing lights beyond the runway. “There shouldn’t be that many cars. It’s almost three in the morning.”

And then you see it — the cluster of silhouettes, the camera flashes already flickering in the distance. Your heart sinks. The rumors must have reached a new level while you were away.

Charles notices your expression immediately. “Hey,” he murmurs, leaning close. “Don’t worry. We’ve got you.”

The jet touches down smoothly, but by the time it rolls to a stop, the flashes are already brighter — like lightning through the cabin windows. Max stands first, pulling his hoodie from his bag. “Put this on,” he says gently, handing it to you. “Keep your head down when we walk.”

You slip into it, the fabric warm and smelling faintly of salt and his cologne. Charles drapes his own jacket over you on top of that, zipping it halfway so that it almost swallows you whole. “Better,” he says softly, adjusting the hood around your face. “No one’s going to see anything you don’t want them to.”

When the cabin door opens, the noise hits you first — shouting, camera shutters, voices calling names. Max steps out in front, tall and unbothered, his arm stretched slightly behind him to guide you. Charles stays close on your other side, his hand firm at your waist.

The world becomes a blur of light and movement. Someone calls Max’s name; another yells a question about Charles; you keep your eyes down and focus on their hands. Max’s jacket sleeve brushing yours. Charles’s fingers pressing reassuringly at the small of your back.

“Almost there,” Charles murmurs, his accent soft and steady.

Max doesn’t speak, but you can feel the tension in his shoulders — protective, controlled. Every time the flashes get too close, he moves subtly, blocking you with his body until you reach the car.

Once the doors close, the sudden quiet is overwhelming. The only sounds are your heartbeat and the low rumble of the engine as the driver pulls away from the curb. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

Max turns in his seat to look at you. “You okay?”

You nod, though your throat feels tight. “Just… a lot.”

Charles leans over, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “It’s over now. You’re safe.”

Max reaches across the seat and squeezes your knee. “Next time, we’ll have security ready before we land. I didn’t think they’d find out where we were.”

You give him a small, tired smile. “It’s not your fault.”

He looks unconvinced, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he slips his hand into yours, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over your skin until the city lights begin to appear outside the windows. Monaco at night is quieter than usual, the streets glistening from a late drizzle, everything familiar and safe again.

When the car finally stops in front of Max’s building, the doorman hurries forward, and within minutes you’re inside the private elevator. The hum of it rising through the floors feels like a lullaby.

The moment the door to the penthouse opens, the exhaustion hits all at once. Max doesn’t even give you a chance to protest before he bends down, sliding one arm under your knees and the other around your back.

“Max—” you start, but he just shakes his head.

“Let me,” he says simply, and his tone leaves no room for argument.

Charles follows close behind, turning off the lights as Max carries you through the apartment. The faint scent of the sea still clings to your hair, and you rest your head against his shoulder, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

He carries you straight into the bedroom, setting you gently on the bed before pulling off his shoes and sitting beside you. Charles disappears for a moment, returning with a glass of water that he sets on the nightstand.

“Here,” Charles says quietly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Drink a little.”

You do, and the coolness settles your throat. Then Max pulls the covers back, and both of them climb in beside you — Charles on one side, Max on the other, the familiar warmth closing around you again.

No words are needed. Charles tucks you closer until your head rests against his chest, his hand tracing light patterns on your back. Max’s arm slides around your waist from behind, his palm spreading over your stomach protectively.

Outside, the city hums faintly. Inside, it’s just the three of you — the quiet breathing, the steady warmth, the sense of being exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Charles presses a kiss into your hair. “Sleep, mon amour. We’re home.”

Max murmurs something in Dutch, but the tone is soft and certain, and the last thing you feel before you drift off is the reassuring weight of both of them beside you — one heartbeat, then another, surrounding you like a promise.

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several weeks later…

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yn_nation : yn had an AMAZING show last night in houston texas and then was spotted at the f1 race this morning in austin. it appears she was invited by the red bull team!

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Houston air hums differently. It’s heavy with heat and the restless excitement of thousands of voices — a low buzz that vibrates through the walls and the stage beneath your boots.

You’re halfway through the set, adrenaline rushing through your veins, the crowd chanting your name like a heartbeat. The lights are blinding, the sound is thunderous, and for those few songs, it’s easy to forget the outside world — the whispers, the speculation, the constant wondering eyes.

Up here, it’s just you.

You toss your hair, reach for the mic, smile into the spotlight, and pour everything you have into the last chorus. The crowd roars so loud it almost knocks you off balance. By the time you hit the final note, your lungs are burning and your cheeks ache from smiling.

“Thank you, Houston!” you shout, voice cracking just a little. “You’ve been unbelievable tonight!”

The stage lights dim, the music fades, and the cheers follow you all the way down the narrow hallway backstage. You’re still buzzing, sweat cooling on your skin, your heart hammering. The crew greets you with high-fives and proud smiles as you grab a bottle of water and towel off.

You’re halfway to your dressing room when your tour manager stops you.

“Hey, don’t change yet,” she says, a strange little smile tugging at her mouth. “Someone wants to see you.”

You blink. “Someone?”

She only grins wider. “Just… go.”

You push open the door, ready to see maybe your label rep or a local friend — but you freeze the second you step inside.

The smell of flowers hits you first. Dozens of them — white tulips, red roses, orange marigolds — spilling out of vases and wrapping paper and even a few paper cups from the catering table. And in the middle of it all, standing side by side with matching sheepish smiles, are Max and Charles.

For a second, your brain can’t process it. They’re here.

You let out a sound that’s somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. “You—what—how—?”

Max grins, stepping forward with his hands still full of flowers. “Surprise?”

Charles chuckles, his eyes warm and soft. “We couldn’t miss your last U.S. show, mon amour.”

You cover your mouth, the tears already threatening. “You’re supposed to be in—”

“Austin,” Max finishes for you. “We came early.”

“You maniacs,” you whisper, laughing as you finally step toward them. “You actually came?”

Charles shrugs, pretending to be casual even though there’s that proud glint in his eyes. “We thought maybe we’d surprise you. It’s not fair that we always get to have you watch from afar.”

Max sets the flowers down and closes the last few inches between you. “And,” he says, voice low now, “we brought something for you.”

He pulls out an envelope from his jacket pocket. You look at it, confused, before taking it from his hand. Inside are three lanyards — credentials. One with your name printed in bold beneath the Austin GP logo.

You look up, stunned. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” Charles says, clearly delighted at your expression. “You’re coming with us to Austin. Full paddock access. No excuses.”

You shake your head, laughing even as your chest feels tight. “I can’t. You know what’ll happen if people—”

Max steps forward, resting his hands gently on your shoulders. “They’ll talk no matter what, liefje. Let them.”

Charles adds quietly, “You deserve to see what we love. To be there, with us.”

And something inside you just breaks — the weeks of hiding, the careful tiptoeing, the ache of missing them while you’re halfway across the world under blinding lights. You drop the envelope and throw your arms around both of them at once.

They catch you immediately. Max’s arms around your waist, Charles’s hand cradling the back of your head, the smell of jet fuel and cologne and sea salt clinging to their shirts. You don’t realize you’re crying until Charles brushes his thumb under your eye.

“You always make me cry,” you mumble into his shoulder.

Max laughs softly. “You always make us proud.”

They hold you like that for a long time — long enough for the noise of the arena to fade, for the world to narrow to just the three of you. Then Max pulls back slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “You were incredible, by the way. The crowd was insane.”

Charles nods. “You looked beautiful out there.”

You groan, half embarrassed, half flustered. “You guys actually watched the show?”

“Front of house,” Max admits. “We had hats and masks. No one noticed.”

“Barely,” Charles adds, laughing. “Max almost gave us away because he was filming you.”

“Was not,” Max protests, indignant.

You giggle, shaking your head. “You two are ridiculous.”

Max presses a kiss to your forehead. “And yours.”

Charles smiles, soft and certain. “Always.”

You end up sitting on the couch between them, your legs draped across Max’s lap, Charles still holding your hand like he’s afraid to let go. They tell you about the flight, about how they planned the surprise for weeks, about the ridiculous security coordination it took to sneak into the venue without anyone noticing.

Then you tell them about the tour — the exhaustion, the thrill, the chaos — and for a moment, it feels like the world outside doesn’t exist.

Eventually, Max yawns and nudges you. “We should go. Early morning tomorrow.”

You tilt your head. “Oh?”

He grins. “You have a race weekend to attend.”

Charles leans in, his voice a low murmur against your ear. “And two idiots to cheer for.”

You laugh again, your chest aching in the best way possible. “You know I’m gonna have to pick a garage to hide in the entire time, right?”

Max smirks. “We’ll see who wins that battle.”

Charles raises a brow. “And maybe wear something neutral, like… white. Or black.”

You grin, leaning back against them both. “Maybe I just wear your names on my lips and call it a day.”

Max groans. “Not fair.”

“Perfectly fair,” Charles counters, kissing your temple.

And in that little backstage room filled with flowers and laughter and the lingering hum of the show outside, you realize that maybe — just maybe — you don’t have to keep hiding forever.

Because they’d cross oceans for you. Because they already did.

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The Texas sun is merciless — the kind that blazes against the asphalt and turns the paddock into a mirage of movement and noise.

Your hands tremble slightly as you adjust your sunglasses and step out of the car. You’ve done red carpets in diamond gowns and stadium tours in front of sixty thousand people, but somehow this feels scarier.

The badge hanging from your neck reads Paddock Access – Red Bull Racing, and even though it’s technically just a laminated piece of plastic, it feels like it’s glowing neon.

You can feel the eyes already — photographers turning their lenses, reporters murmuring, fans trying to place your face. It’s nothing new to you, but this time, the context makes your stomach flutter.

You pull your hat lower, smile politely when one of the PR staff greets you, and follow her through the chaos.

The sound hits you first — the scream of an engine during warmup, the quick clack of mechanics’ tools, the low murmur of radio chatter. You’ve seen it on TV, but in person, it’s alive.

And then you see him.

Max is standing near the car, helmet in hand, talking with one of the engineers. He’s in his fireproofs, sleeves rolled to his elbows, jaw sharp and expression focused — every bit the world champion.

For a heartbeat, you forget where you are.

When he turns and spots you, that focus flickers into something else — warmth, the kind that softens his whole face. But it’s gone in a second, replaced with a professional smile as he walks over, careful and composed.

“Hey,” he says lightly, the word barely audible over the noise. “Didn’t think you’d make it.”

You play along, matching his tone. “Had to see what all the fuss is about.”

There are cameras everywhere, flashes going off, so you both keep it casual — a friendly wave, a few polite words. He gestures for you to stand with the Red Bull team as a guest, and for everyone else watching, it looks like a celebrity visit, maybe a sponsorship appearance. Nothing more.

But under all of that — under the calm smiles and practiced professionalism — you catch it: the tiny twitch of his lip when he looks at you, the quick brush of his pinky against yours as he walks past, the whisper of I’m so glad you’re here in his eyes.

Later, just before the race starts, a PR assistant escorts you through the paddock toward Ferrari.

Charles is already waiting near the garage entrance, red race suit unzipped to his waist, hair damp with the Texas humidity. He grins when he sees you — that effortless, heart-melting grin that makes time fold in on itself.

“You made it,” he says, voice bright but measured.

You nod, smiling. “Of course I did. Can’t have Max thinking I play favorites.”

He laughs under his breath, pretending to wipe imaginary sweat from his brow. “Ah, so I have to fight for your attention now.”

“Always,” you tease softly.

He leans in just enough that no one else can hear. “Good. Keeps me sharp.”

The moment barely lasts — a flash of something hidden behind layers of cameras and professionalism — but when he turns to walk away, he looks back once, and you see that spark of affection there, alive and certain.

The garages quiet a little before formation. One of the PR managers discreetly leads you into a small hospitality room between the paddocks.

It’s dim and cooler inside, the hum of engines muted behind thick walls. You’re only there for a moment before both Max and Charles appear — not in the same suit colors, not even on the same team, but perfectly in sync.

For the first time all day, you get to breathe.

Max leans back against the wall, his fingers brushing yours when you step closer. “Still nervous?” he asks gently.

“A little,” you admit. “For you guys, not me.”

Charles smiles, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t have to be nervous for us, chérie. Just enjoy it.”

You look at both of them — the red, the blue, the sweat and the focus and the impossible calm — and something swells in your chest.

“I’m proud of you,” you whisper. “Both of you. Go out there and have fun, okay? I’ll be watching.”

Max’s expression softens instantly. He dips his head, his voice quiet enough to barely exist. “Then we’ll make it worth watching.”

Charles presses his hand to your cheek, just for a second. “We’ll see you after the race.”

And then they’re gone — helmets on, engines roaring, swallowed up by the storm.

You stand in the back of the Red Bull garage, headset on, every nerve alive as you watch the laps unfold. Max’s car glides through corners like liquid lightning, Charles matching him lap for lap, the two of them pushing each other harder with every turn.

The commentators lose their minds, the crowd screams, and by the last few laps, your nails are half-mooned into your palms.

Then — the checkered flag.

P1 for Max. P2 for Charles.

You barely realize you’re clapping until one of the engineers laughs beside you.

By the time you reach parc fermé, the crowd’s already roaring for the podium. You hang back near the tunnel, your heart pounding as you watch them both climb the steps — champagne in hand, helmets off, faces glowing with triumph.

They look good up there. They look happy.

And when Max lifts his trophy, you swear — just for a second — his eyes flicker toward you in the crowd. A silent I saw you.

Charles catches the moment too, grinning faintly as the champagne sprays.

You laugh, clapping along with everyone else, and for the first time in months, the hiding doesn’t sting so much.

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You’re sitting cross-legged on Max’s hotel bed, still wearing one of his Red Bull hoodies, hair damp from the shower. The race afterglow still lingers — champagne, laughter, the echo of the crowd — but you can’t stop thinking about how it all started. How the three of you even found each other in the first place.

You close your eyes and the memory slips in easily, vivid as ever.

It had been a warm night in Monaco, the kind where the streets smelled like salt and perfume and the promise of trouble. You’d just finished a performance at a private event, exhausted but unwilling to go home, so you’d let your friends drag you to a club. The lights were low, the bass was deep, and everyone was pretending not to be watching everyone else.

You’d noticed them almost immediately.

Charles first — leaning against the bar, shirt unbuttoned one too many times, his smile lazy and magnetic. He was already a familiar face; it was impossible not to recognize him. But then your eyes found Max beside him — darker, quieter, his hand resting possessively on the small of Charles’s back, their bodies close in that way that wasn’t just friendship.

They were beautiful together. Magnetic in a way that made your chest tighten. You’d tried not to stare.

Tried.

Charles caught you looking first. His mouth curved into a grin, and then Max followed his gaze. Two sets of eyes locked on you from across the room. And that was it.

You remember Charles crossing the floor first, moving like the music belonged to him.

“You’re far too beautiful to be sitting alone,” he’d said, voice low enough to make you shiver.

Max arrived a second later, his tone drier, a smirk playing at his lips. “He says that to everyone. But this time, I might agree with him.”

The three of you ended up in a booth, laughter blending with the beat, conversation blurring into touches. There was an ease to it, as if you’d all known each other forever. Max’s hand on your thigh, Charles’s fingers tracing lazy patterns along your arm, the two of them glancing at each other with a kind of silent understanding that made your pulse race.

You don’t remember who leaned in first.

Only that you didn’t stop it.

The night dissolved into heat and breath and skin and something that felt terrifyingly right. It wasn’t just passion — it was connection, fierce and immediate. You’d never felt anything like it.

The next morning had been soft sunlight and tangled limbs and the sound of waves outside the window. You’d woken up between them, both of them still asleep — Max on his stomach, arm slung over your waist, Charles curled against your back, his breath warm against your neck.

You’d watched them for a long time, memorizing the quiet. It should’ve felt like a one-time thing, but deep down, you already knew it wasn’t.

When they finally stirred, Charles had smiled at you sleepily. “You’re still here.”

“Was I supposed to leave?” you’d teased, your voice scratchy from the night before.

Max had cracked one eye open, his grin lazy. “Not a chance.”

Breakfast had been coffee, croissants, and the kind of laughter that made your chest ache. You remember thinking, If I write about this, no one will believe me.

So you did anyway.

That afternoon, sitting in your apartment with your guitar and a half-written melody, you scribbled the first words that came to mind:

One, two, three

Not only you and me…

The song practically wrote itself.

Now, back in the present, you reach for your phone and open the audio file.

Max and Charles are sitting across from you, both still half dressed from their post-race showers — Charles in a white t-shirt, Max in joggers, hair damp, that relaxed grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I want to show you something,” you say softly. “Something I’ve been working on.”

You press play.

The beat fills the room — sultry, teasing, familiar in all the right ways. Your voice floats through the speakers, smooth and deliberate:

Three is a charm, two is not the same,

I don’t see the harm, so are you game?

Max’s grin spreads immediately, slow and smug. Charles’s cheeks flush bright pink before he even finishes the first verse.

You pause it halfway through, smiling shyly. “So… it’s called ‘3’. It’s about us. Or… the start of us, I guess.”

Charles lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Mon dieu. That night.” His face is still flushed, and his voice drops lower. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”

Max leans back against the headboard, cocky as ever. “You wrote a song about us,” he says, smirking. “About that night. I knew it was memorable.”

You roll your eyes, laughing. “You’re insufferable.”

“But right,” he teases, his tone softening.

Charles looks up from where he’s still staring at the floor, smile tugging gently at his lips. “It’s beautiful, chérie. A little… daring, maybe. But beautiful.”

“Daring’s the point,” you say, biting your lip. “I’ve been thinking about releasing it. Not… not saying anything directly, but letting people hear it first. Let them guess.”

Max tilts his head, thoughtful. “You mean… start the storm before we tell them?”

You nod. “Exactly. A soft hard-launch. The song first. Then… us.”

He grins, amused. “You always did like a little chaos.”

Charles’s eyes meet yours, gentler. “If you’re ready for that, we’re with you. Always.”

You smile at both of them, your heart full.

In that quiet hotel room — with Max still smirking like he owns the world and Charles still blushing like he’s remembering every second of that Monaco night — you realize something.

You don’t just want to sing about them. You want to show the world the truth of what you’ve built. Three hearts, one love. No hiding anymore.

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The set smells faintly of smoke and champagne— a mixture of haze machines, stage lights, and luxury perfume drifting through the air.

You’re sitting in a velvet chair while the stylist touches up your lip gloss, the faint bass of your song playing over the studio speakers. Each time the chorus hits, the crew hums along under their breath. Everyone knows it’s a hit already — infectious, sultry, and bold.

But you know what’s making this version of the song so electric isn’t just the lyrics. It’s who’s behind the camera with you.

Max and Charles are standing near the monitors, both dressed down but camera-ready — black trousers, open-collar shirts, their usual rivalry melting into something more playful.

They’ve already filmed a few scenes with you separately — the close-up hand grazes, the silhouettes, the out-of-focus dancing — little hints of intimacy that make the song’s meaning clear without a single kiss being shown.

The director calls out, “Alright, time for the trio shot!”

Your pulse kicks.

Charles smirks, noticing the way your breath hitches. “You’re nervous?”

You shrug. “A little. This is the part that’ll start World War III on the internet.”

Max chuckles under his breath, walking up to you and offering a hand. “Then let’s make it worth the fuss.”

The lights dim, the set turns golden. The scene’s simple — three chairs, three glasses of champagne, laughter and tension as the camera circles.

You sit in the center, the boys on either side. The music plays softly, a slowed, cinematic version of 3.

The director’s voice is faint: “Just relax. Be natural. Pretend the cameras aren’t here.”

As if that’s possible.

But then Charles leans closer, whispering something in French that makes your lips curve despite yourself. Max laughs — that low, warm sound that always gives him away — and soon you’re all giggling like it’s just the three of you again, hidden away in some Monaco apartment instead of surrounded by a film crew.

“See?” Charles murmurs. “Natural.”

Max drapes his arm across the back of your chair, his thumb brushing against your shoulder. You tilt your head toward him, playing it up for the camera — the picture of casual affection.

The lens catches it all — the shared glances, the faint smirk Charles gives when you bite your lip, the way Max leans in just close enough for the tension to be unmistakable.

The director calls cut, and the crew breaks into a quiet buzz.

“That was perfect,” someone says.

Charles laughs, cheeks flushed from the heat of the lights. “I almost forgot we were being filmed.”

Max grins. “Almost?”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes. “You both were way too good at that.”

Charles feigns innocence. “It’s called acting.”

“You weren’t acting,” you tease.

He smiles softly. “Maybe not.”

Later, during a break, you’re all crammed together in a dressing room, watching the playback on a laptop. The three of you look ethereal — the gold lighting, the laughter, the quiet looks no one else would understand.

Charles rests his chin on your shoulder, his voice low. “It’s… intimate. But not too much.”

Max hums his agreement, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Let them guess,” he says. “Let them feel it.”

You grin. “Oh, they’ll feel it. The comments are going to be insane.”

“Good,” Max replies easily. “Let them try to figure it out. They will never truly know.”

Charles’s hand slips into yours, gentle and grounding. “But we do.”

And for a moment, the noise of the crew and the flashing lights fade away — just the three of you in your own quiet world, where nothing else matters.

The director’s assistant knocks, calling you back to set, and Max grins. “Come on, popstar. Let’s make history.”

Charles adds, with that teasing lilt, “Or at least break the internet.”

You laugh as they each take one of your hands, leading you toward the stage.

And under the glow of the lights, surrounded by cameras, you think about how wild it is — how something that started as one night in Monaco became this.

A song. A secret. A love that the world’s about to finally see — whether it’s ready or not.

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The clock on Max’s bedside table flickers to five before midnight.

You’re curled up between him and Charles, a bowl of popcorn resting precariously on your lap, both of their phones lighting up every few seconds with notifications. You’ve been counting down the minutes all night — not for an award show or a race, but for this.

The release of the “3” music video

Charles leans his head against your shoulder, scrolling through his phone with that calm, quiet focus he always has before chaos hits. “Five minutes,” he murmurs.

Max stretches, his arm sliding across your waist, pulling you closer. “You’re nervous again.”

You glance up at him. “A little. You two aren’t?”

He smirks, eyes glinting. “I like when people go crazy.”

You laugh softly. “Of course you do.”

Charles hums. “You shouldn’t worry, mon cœur. It’s incredible. No one will know for sure.”

“That’s what you said about the soft launches,” you tease. “And the internet still figured out my nail polish matched both your posts.”

Max grins, all smug and unbothered. “That was funny, though.”

Charles shoots him a look. “You thought the edits were funny?”

“Yes,” Max says without hesitation. “Especially the one that said, ‘they’re dating the same girl and don’t even know it.’”

You dissolve into laughter right as the timer on your phone buzzes.

Midnight.

The video goes live.

At first, the room is quiet except for the soft sound of your song playing through the TV. You’ve seen the final cut already, but something about watching it here — in Max’s bed, with both of them beside you — feels different.

Your on-screen self glows under golden lights, sitting between the two silhouettes the internet is already about to analyze to death. Every touch, every look, every frame is deliberate — intimacy without explicitness, chaos wrapped in elegance.

When the final chorus fades, the room stays still for a heartbeat.

Then—

“Okay,” Charles murmurs, refreshing Twitter. “It has begun.”

You lean over, peering at his screen. The trending list is already a mess:

#3MusicVideo

#WhoAreTheGuysIn3

#LeclercSoftLaunchConfirmed??

#MaxAndCharlesSameGirl?!?!?

You groan, burying your face in his shoulder as Max starts cackling.

“Oh my god,” Charles says between laughs, reading a tweet aloud. “‘There’s no way those are not Charles Leclerc’s hands. I’d recognize them anywhere.’”

Max grins wickedly. “She’s right. Those are his hands.”

“Stop encouraging them!” you say, smacking his arm.

“Why?” he teases. “This is fun. Look — someone thinks it’s Pierre.”

Charles actually gasps. “Pierre?!”

Max’s laugh deepens. “Yeah. They said, ‘the way he moves just *screams Gasly energy.’’”

You’re crying with laughter now, clutching the popcorn bowl as Charles dramatically clutches his chest. “Gasly energy! I cannot believe this.”

“Someone says it’s Lando,” Max adds.

“What?”

You can barely breathe from laughing. “The internet is so unserious.”

A few hours later, the video has hit millions of views, and social media is a complete circus. Fan theories, slowed-down edits, frame-by-frame analyses.

Max’s phone buzzes again. “Look at this,” he says, handing it to you.

It’s a side-by-side photo comparison: your video, and one of his recent vacation pictures. The caption reads:

“The reflection in his sunglasses. That’s HER. We cracked the code.”

You groan. “They’re insane.”

Charles hums in amusement. “They’re right, though.”

You look between them, lips quirking. “You two enjoy this way too much.”

Max’s expression softens, his voice dipping low. “We enjoy you.”

And just like that, the teasing energy fades into something quieter. His fingers brush your cheek; Charles’s hand settles over yours. You melt into them, the warmth of the room wrapping around you like a secret.

The world can keep guessing. They can analyze every frame, dissect every lyric, zoom in on every little detail.

But only the three of you know what’s real — what that song means, what those touches truly were, how much love went into every moment.

Charles leans in first, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. Max follows, lips brushing your hairline.

“You did it,” Charles whispers. “You told the story.”

“And no one can take that from you,” Max adds quietly.

You close your eyes, smiling as the notifications keep buzzing, the chaos of the world humming just outside your quiet little bubble.

And right now, lying tangled between them while the world tries to guess your secret, it’s never felt more perfect.

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The touches started innocent enough, his large hand running along your back dipping lower and lower. Your eyes were shut head rested against his shoulder, the sun warming your skin, body relaxed.

Until you heard the whimper from the opposite side of the lounge. Opening your eyes you found Charles with his head thrown back, Max’s large hand rubbing over the bulge in Charles bright red trunks.

Charles blue eyes were pinched shut hands pulling at his chocolate locks as Max added more pressure, enjoying the way the monegasque fell apart so easily under his touch.

You watched as a smirk tugged at the corner of the blondes lips, his eyes never once moving from the crystal blue ocean in front of you.

“Mon Amore, please.” Charles pleaded his accent was thick, breath labored.

You were sitting up now wanting a front row seat of his orgasm, Charles was absolutely gorgeous there was no denying it but the way he looked when he came apart was something else.

Max finally pulled his eyes from the water as you moved to sit up on your knees hands resting against your thighs as you watched Charles intently, a deep hunger growing in your eyes.

“Kiss him, make his shut up so none of the staff here’s his pathetic noises.” Max instructed you.

You didn’t have to be told twice, sitting up on your knees you leaned over max to meet eager Charles halfway. Your lips met in a hot kiss, it was dirty and messy, his teeth nipping at your lips when Max squeezed his cock, your mouth swallowing every moan he had to offer.

Max enjoyed the sight from below, his large hand still working Charles through his trunks as he watched you devour him.

He loved when he got you two like this, needy and hot, ready to do anything you could to please him. Your body looked absolutely perfect in the sunlight, he hated red but the way it complimented Charles was truly unfair and that’s all the man seemed to wear lately.

He knew Charles was getting closer to his orgasm, the brunettes hips thrusting into his hand his body desperate for Max to pick up his pace.

But you had all day why would he ruin the fun already?

Charles pulled away from the kiss with a disappointed gasp looking down at Max like he had three heads, his cock throbbing in his shorts just seconds away from an orgasm when max pulled away.

You were panting, cheeks bright red from the deprived oxygen. Your body felt like it was on fire, you needed one of them to touch you.

“Wh-what was that for?” Charles panted he looked like he was ready to cry.

“You can wait.” Max shrugged nonchalantly.

“You’re my good boy aren’t you?” He threw out when Charles began to whimper in protest.

Charles nodded at that quickly returning to sitting on his knees, he shot you a look and you could see just how far gone he already was.

“That’s what i thought. Now c’mere pretty girl. It’s your turn.” Max smirked pulling you onto his lap allowing you to straddle his thigh.

You whimpered when your core met the thick muscle, you knew max could feel how wet your bikini bottom was but you truly couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Not when he gave you the nod to start fucking yourself on his thigh before turning his head towards Charles, pulling the man in for a dominant kiss.

He swallowed Charles whimper, his large hand wrapping around the man’s throat keeping him right where he wanted while he tongue fucked Charles mouth.

The sight was one you’d think about for a long time, on the nights they’re off in a different country, locked in some hotel room while you’re in bed at home hot and desperate for them.

You rocked yourself back and forth on the slab of muscle, soft whimpers spilling from you at the instant pleasure.

Max watched carefully pulling away from Charles, eyes never leaving your face. He enjoyed watching your body react to his and Charles touches. The way your eyebrows always furrowed, the almost immediate flush of your cheeks, the ways your eyes darkened, the part of your lips that always ended up raw from how hard you bit it.

You were doing your best to keep quiet not wanting to get scolded like Charles had and that’s why you were always the good one, you very rarely got yourself in trouble.

Charles on the other hand was growing impatient again despite just swearing he’d be good, he wanted Max’s attention just as bad as you did, the denied orgasm making him even more needy.

He winced when max tangled his hand in his shaggy hair shooting him a sharp glare, “You had your turn. Knock it off before I don’t give you anything and make you watch me fuck her stupid.”

You cried out at the thought of max fucking you into the cushions below you while Charles sat pretty on his knees, watery eyes watching, body itching for the smallest taste of what you were getting.

Max smirked at your noise, “someone likes the thought of seeing her pretty boy on their knees for her don’t you?”

You nodded fast, seeing him on his knees was one of your favorite sights. Max was a full on dom, and Charles a sub, but you like to be both.

It was always max doming both of you but every once and a while he’d let you take the lead on Charles, push him around, make him please you, give you as many orgasms as you wanted before he got anything.

Max could feel your slick dripping down his thigh the sweet smell filling his nostrils as he watched you speed up your movements, moans getting harder to maintain as your orgasm quickly approached.

And just like he did with Charles, right as you were in the cusp of your release, nails leaving half moons in his skin, head thrown back in pure pleasure.

He pulled you off his thigh, denying you of your own orgasm pulling you close into his chest.

“No,no.” You cried into his sticky chest, body shaking at the pleasure that still ran through you.

Charles reached out to push your hair back out of your face, a soft hand caressing your arm as he tried to calm you down.

Max shushed you petting your hair with a thick hand, you three say like that for what felt like forever, your body still humming with pleasure and need and you can tell Charles felt the same way.

“Charles get on your knees, you’re gonna make our girl cum with your mouth.” Max instructed.

Charles nodded and was sat on the floor in front of the two of you in a second hands folded politely as he waited for the next instruction.

Max situated you around on top of him, pulling your bottoms off allowing Charles to catch a sight of your red and glistening cunt.

He whimpered at the sight, his mouth watering as he anticipated the taste of you filling his mouth.

Max spread your thighs over his holding them open where there was no way you’d be able to close them no matter how hard you tried.

Charles didn’t move until max gave him a nod and the second he got permission he was on you like a starved man, lips sucking at your clit with power.

Your cried out at the contact your body flinching in Max’s hold, fingers shooting out to tangle in Charles hair.

His tongue moved all around your cunt sometimes spelling out his and Max’s names, other times their racing numbers.

“How good does he make you feel baby? Max breathed in your ear, lips kissing down the back of your neck.

“S-so good. Fuck, he does so good.” You cried head tossed back against Max’s chest as Charles sucked at your clit again before moving his tongue to slide into you.

Max chuckled at your loud cry when Charles stuck his tongue into your cunt, fucking you with the skilled muscle he had you close to your edge in no time.

You didn’t even realize you were holding his face in place until max tugged your hands out of Charles hair, the brunette pulling back for a sharp intake of air.

“Know it feels good but you don’t wanna suffocate him baby.” Max chuckled.

Charles shook his head at the champions words, “I’d die a happy man.”

And that’s all he offered before taking another deep breath and returning his mouth to your cunt his tongue once again fucking you slow, steady, and so good.

“Max, please, can I come?, please?” You begged the blonde hips rutting into Charles face desperately chasing the high that was coming.

“Go ahead baby.” He cooed, his large hands holding your hips down as your orgasm began to crash over your body.

You rode your orgasm out on Charles face, his mouth kept moving on you as he got you through your high. Only pulling away when you had to close your thighs from overstimulation.

The sight of him as he stood back to full height was one for a front cover, his eyes were blown out, his lips were swollen and wet, chin in glistening in your release.

His chest was heaving as he sat down next to max again but the Dutchman had little regard for the breathless man as he pulled him in for a kiss, moaning as he got a taste of you.

“You wanna fuck our pretty girl Charlie? Give her another orgasm while I fuck her throat?” Max raised a brow as he pulled away from your boyfriend.

“Yes please, swear I’ll be good.” He nodded his eyes moving to your still recovering body.

Max once again moved your body how he wanted it, your ass up in the air for Charles while he stood on his knees in front of you finally discarding his own trunks.

Charles was already naked, ready for whenever he got the okay to fuck you, being the good boy he’d been warned to be.

You whimpered when you saw Max’s thick cock spring from its confines, the flushed tip slapping against the man’s lower abdomen.

“You okay to take our cocks baby?” He checked in.

“Mhm, I’m all good I promise. I’ll say my safe word if I can’t take it.” You got serious for a moment knowing he wouldn’t continue unless you were completely okay with it.

That was all he needed before he slid his cock into your awaiting mouth, a deep grunt spilling free as your warm mouth wrapped around him.

Charles allowed you a second to get adjusted to max before he was sliding his equally thick cock inside of your dripping cunt.

Max choked down a moan when you whimpered on his cock from the feeling of Charles, the vibrations of your throat sending shocks through his cock.

He gave Charles a nod and soon they were both fucking you in sync, both setting brutal paces, Charles skin slapping against your ass, as the tip of Max’s cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly.

You were on cloud nine, your body was numb with the mix of both men, both so similar but different at the same time.

Charles hands gripped the skin of your ass his brutal thrusts sending you forward on Max’s cock that was nestled deep in your throat.

Max held eye contact with Charles as they fucked you, Charles was floating, only thing in his mind was getting you both to the edge and getting to pump you full of his cum.

Max could see it, and he loved that Charles always got like this. So lost in the pleasure the two of you brought him, always mumbling an incoherent mix of Italian and French.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth giving you just enough time before he was pushing it right back in, his large hands tangled in your messy hair.

“Oh fuck.” Charles cried from behind you, he could feel his orgasm closing in, he was still sensitive from his denied orgasm and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

“Amor, I-I’m not gonna last. Please can I come?” Charles begged the Dutchman his blue eyes wide and teary.

Max nodded not having it in him to release a full response as you began to hallow your cheeks on him, your tongue tracing the vein on the bottom of his cock, his own high rapidly approaching.

Charles was becoming a mess, his thrusts deep and messy but he never once missed that sweet spot inside you, his cock effortlessly hitting it over and over again.

And finally after feeling your cunt clench around him as your second orgasm of the day hit, Charles came with a cry, filling you to the halt with his cock as he came deep inside you.

The sight of you two coming together had max falling over the edge himself, his pace was brutal as he fucked himself through it. Finally spilling his release down your tight throat.

He pulled away with a soft whimper, all three of your spent bodies collapsing against the lounge as you caught your breath.

You cleaned up Max’s release that has spilled from your mouth sucking it clean off of your fingers.

Charles whimpered again at the sight of it, climbing over your body to pull you into a kiss wanting a taste of max as well.

You smiled into the kiss, it didn’t matter how fucked out Charles was, he always found a way to need or want more.

“Okay, we all need some water before we can go again. Quit eating her face.” Max laughed at Charles.

The Ferrari driver pulled back with a shit eating grin, “Can’t help it, love the way you taste..”

Max groaned dramatically at the smirk on the man’s face, his tone teasing and needy. He could feel his cock twitch at the thought of being buried in Charles throat next.

But he knew you both needed a break, so he got himself dressed disappearing into the small kitchen to grab three bottle of water and a small fruit platter.

When he came back Charles was cleaning you up with a towel, kissing at your sensitive skin, a soft smile on his lips as he praised you.

You had a smile of your own on your lips, feeling grateful to have two partners like them, both so willing to care for you and do anything for you.

You gave Charles a kiss and a small thank you as he slid your bikini bottoms back up your tanned legs, getting himself dressed next.

That’s when max returned sitting next to you he handed both you and Charles some water, setting the platter down in his lap for whenever you wanted some.

You three returned to your normal routine after that, Charles rested his head in your lap as you fed him strawberries and watermelon, occasionally biting your fingers teasingly.

Nobody would have ever guessed the absolute filth that had happened before that, but it was moment just for you three and the European sun that kept the three of you heated.

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this was a position many would die for. in between two and three of the dutch grand prix, they both had their eyes on something different. while the trophies were nice, but they'd end up in storage and long forgotten. but you were fresh like summer fruit, perfect to put between their teeth.

"i see how you eye her, mate." charles said as he leaned against the back wall, a cigarette between his fingers, "i think you should be more subtle. or people will talk."

max took the cigarette from him and took a drag, "then stop dressing her in outfits that make the whole garage stop and stare.

"she dressed herself. she's been hoping to catch your eye. we've been thinking. a week away. you, me and her. something to keep us busy."

max took another drag and chuckled, hidden from the eyes of the press. he went over to charles and grabbed him by the chin, their gazes remained leveled with one another. he chuckled, "are you whoring out your girlfriend to me, mate?"

"it's not whoring out if we all want it."

it came about weeks later, a break in the season. not a long one like the full summer break. but enough that the two men could spend hours being in bed with you. it was in a hotel outside of austin. where you really felt the heat of the texan sun. it was a small place, a little shady, but you paid in cash and the bed with big. not too many questions were asked, they didn't even ask for your passport. they simply took the cash and handed you a key. and once the door to the room was closed, you felt hands coming from behind to unbutton your shirt.

you looked over your shoulder and saw max's gaze on you and when you looked back, you felt your boyfriend's front against you. charles was getting your jeans off. there really was no time like the present.

"insatiable." you sighed as you aided max getting your shirt off.

"we've waited long enough." charles said as he pulled your shorts down to your ankles. you moaned a little as he rubbed your cunt over your cotton panties. but the noises didn't last long as max captured your lips in his.

you aided them to get you naked and eventually ended up on the squeaky mattress. both men looked down at you and you swallowed a little. you tried to turn your body in a way to hide even an inch of skin. but charles stop you as he climbed into bed with you. he kicked his socks off as he pinned your wrists to the bed.

"no hiding for us, beautiful. you made a promise to be good for us." his voice was heat in your brain as you started to pull at his t-shirt, but max was close by helping him get it off. eventually the two men were stripped naked. expensive shirts were tossed to the ground. charles calvin klein's were over the edge of the bed. the covers were rough and unlike the soft bedding back in monaco. but this would have to do given the circumstances.

the three of you naked with each man on either side of you. their hands roamed your figure. max even went as far as to pinch the softness in your stomach before he pulled you in for a kiss. he tilted your head back to get access to your lips while charles' mouth was on your breasts. his tongue dragged across your nipples.

"she has the prettiest lips." max said as he held you throat gently.

"you should feel her breasts. she's perfectly soft, it's like heavy. she's flexible and is able to take cock like a champion." he chuckled. as he continued to silently worshiping your breasts. leaving wet kisses and small bites across the skin as max kissed you deeply. it all felt so good for you.

when they were done caressing you with kisses, you ended up on your hands and knees in front of charles' cock. your boyfriend was propped against the headboard.

charles grabbed a condom from a new box he kept in the nightstand and tossed it to max, "you're a good friend, max. but, i'm not letting you get that close to her."

max nodded before he put it on. he was on his heels and his cock in one hand while he got the condom over his length. your bare, wet cunt was enticing to him. he said, "it feels like i've lucked out quite a bit."

the other man replied, "yes you are. i don't get too angry about not getting podium sometimes because i know she'll let me do anything to make myself feel better."

max looked down at your bareback, "anything' huh?" that was curious to him.

charles' combed his fingers through your hair, you could feel his rings against your scalp as he looked at you with those dazzling green eyes. he said softly, "you're going to be good for our guest tonight? be good for our world champion." he chuckled before he pressed your mouth up against his cock.

you happily accepted it into your mouth and moaned loudly when max pushed his cock deep inside of you. max's eyes went wide for a moment of how sweet your pussy felt.

oh my god.

charles noticed and chuckled, "yeah. she feels good doesn't she." he looked down at you, "she's a real piece of work. i'm thankful that she is mine."

"except for tonight."

charles replied, "don't get too attached, max. you can have any woman you want." and looked down at you. he stroked your cheek, call it a little possessive but who would want to constantly share their slice of paradise. you continued to suck him off.

max started to work his hips against yours. he watched how you moved under him. the sight of his rival and you in front of him was painfully hot.

your sweet noises came from your lips and were muffled by charles' cock inside of you. the three of you moved together. you were getting it from all angles. letting these men have their way with you. it was all consensual, but it did feel dirty.

"do you like that?" charles asked as he gripped your hair.

you nodded rapidly and could feel your lover's cock in your throat. he was quite big, even after all the time together to take him in your mouth was a little bit of a struggle.

charles took your mouth off of him and jerked his cock rapdily, "use your words, my love. tell max and i how you feel."

you whined, "please, charles. max! it feels so good. like nothing else." you arched your back a little and moaned before your lover grabbed your by the back of your head and onto his cock once more.

the three of you moved in a steady pattern, the bed squeaked under you and the covers were rough against your knees and chest. this little motel in texas where no one asked questions was your little getaway for the night.

to run the course of your sexual fever as both men stayed inside of you. it felt so good. it made you drool in more ways than one as you felt max's cock nudge inside of your slick pussy and charles' cock up into your throat.

you held onto his strong thighs and moaned against his cock. max's cock in your pussy was making you feel a deep lust in your gut. he was similar size to charles, but his methods of fucking were much different. charles fucked like an inferno while max fucked with more methodical movements. regardless your head was spinning from it all.

to be between these two men, some of the toughest rivals in a long time. it made you hot all over, you loved charles but to spend a night with max as well added something that made you feel painfully turned on.

"she's beautiful. where did you find her?" max asked as his pace became a little more erratic. he was trying to chase the high of pleasure.

charles chuckled a little. his hand in your hair, "that's a secret, max." he rocked further up into your throat and could feel the heat seep into his blood.

max would give a lot for a woman like you, even outside of the bedroom he was captivated by you. how you giggled and smiled at the paddock, your knowledge of cars.

you whined a little bit and arched your back as you felt it all zip through your body. you felt alive between the two men and it made both of them very pleased. you were enjoying this despite working so hard to make them finish. you were a perfect woman.

max gave it a few more heavy thrusts before you came quickly around his cock which only made him push further into you. it was ticking all the boxes in his sexual depraved head. his chest against your back with your hips tilted to get the perfect angle for his heavy thrusts.

"please tell me where you got her, charles." max sputtered as he felt the draw of orgasm pull through him as he looked up at his longtime friend, "raya? snapchat? through a friend? does she have a sister?"

charles chuckled and patted his friend on the cheek, "that's a secret, max." he licked his lips, those green eyes gleamed with mischief. he wouldn't give away the secrets of how you met charles. it was too much of a funny story for the bedroom, plus charles may like it whe max is a little desperate.

max held onto you as tight as he could, almost bruising the skin. he finished inside of you and made the pleasure curl through both of your bodies. it was all so much for him but it felt good even while using a condom. it briefly made him wonder if he could ever try it bare with you. to get a better feeling of you sweet pussy.

"now help me out." charles said as you continued to suck him off. he almost felt the wind out of his gut as he felt max also lick his cock in the parts you couldn't reach without deep throating his cock too much. his choked out a groan before he came down your throat and you swallowed it eagerly.

charles looked down at the both of you and it excited him. to see his loving girlfriend and also his rival by his bare cock. he tried to shift off the bed to get settled for the night. but you held his hips to the bed.

you looked over at max and chuckled. you were still in a post-climax haze, "i think we should thank charles for tonight." then giggled at max.

max licked his lips and said, "of course. you take his cock, i'll take his mouth." which made heat rise to charles' cheeks as he was moved from the headboard.