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Max never liked figure skating, but now there’s one skater for whom he’s willing to sit in the stands for every performance.
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The first time Charles sees Max, he thinks the Dutch boy is the cutest kid he's ever seen. All soft eyes and round cheeks, Charles can't help but grin and wave at the boy when they make eye contact from across the track as Charles is milling around waiting for the start of their race while Max puts some finishing touches on his Kart.
Max smiles back, his eyes squinting with the movement, and Charles feels a warmth bloom in his chest.
He doesn't know it now, but looking back on it a few years later he'll realize that was the first time he ever felt any kind of attraction to someone.
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It goes like this;
Charles Leclerc had a dog, Leo, and he had friends and family he loved very much. He had a team that was shit, but loved him regardless. He drove a red car that carried him to his dreams. He had fans that loved him, and he had a man in his apartment who kissed him awake every morning, with a soft grin and a cocky brow raised. He had Max Verstappen, who loved him with soft hands and gentle touches, who he loved back with all of his being. He gave everything to him.
He lost everything, and he has no one to blame but himself. At least he still drives a red car.
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Viewer Discretion advised. Triggering topics such as SH, EDs, and Suicide discussed extensively and graphically.
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Summer always does something to Charles. He’s… looser in a way he can’t afford to be during the season, relaxed in a way Max only sees when they’re alone, behind closed doors. Not so the prim and proper Prince of Monaco with his controlled words and even more controlled smiles, nor is he Il Predestinado with seemingly the weight of the entire world and more on his back.
They’re only about a week into the break, but in that time, Charles had already regained the tan he had lost to long flights and hours dressed in nomex, golden skin now on full display under the hot sun. Constellations of freckles, old and uncharted, decorate Charles’ toned back, from his neck to his defined shoulders. Overgrown hair curls up the back of his neck, fluffy from the humidity and the salt in the air.
That’s not what gets Max though.
Because there’s no way that Charles is in an honest-to-god white sundress right in front of him, gazing at the Riviera and biting into a strawberry like nothing is out of the ordinary.
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It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
It was supposed to be planned around his schedule- aligned with winter break, maybe. Or even after he’d retired. He should’ve been with his partner, whoever they were; he’d never dared hope it would be Max. He should’ve been wrapped in their embrace, murmuring hushed words of excitement to one another as they waited for the minutes to pass and a result to show on the test.
They should’ve found out together. Ready. Eager. Full of love.
Instead it was like this: alone, curled on a cold bathroom floor, a painfully impersonal PDF staring at Charles from his phone. The only positivity to be found in the situation was sitting in the results column of the file, neatly slotted next to the word pregnancy.
The email. The result. The loneliness. It was all too much. Charles began to cry once again.
At the top of his screen, a response popped up with impeccable timing.
i told you not to text me.
Alternatively:
Charles is in love with Max. Max is in love with Charles. It really is that complicated, and then it gets worse.
Meanwhile, Lando just wants Oscar to kiss him, and he's not quite sure how to make that happen.