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Prompt: first time
Max does his best to stretch Charles. He'd hate it if their first time is a painful experience for him. He hopes when Charles thinks about their first love making, all he can remember is the pleasure that he gives him. So, he painstakingly massages the tightness away and uses extra lube and watches for Charles' reactions very closely.
"That's enough..." Charles' voice is raspy between his deep breaths, his chest heaving and flushed and shiny with a sheen of sweat. "Enough already... Max... Just..."
A small almost naughty smile stretches Max's plush lips. "Just what?" He asks impishly and makes Charles groan and roll his eyes a bit at him, but he is smiling, too. Max adores it when he manages to get Charles a bit bashful like now.
"Just..." Charles takes a shy glance at Max and hides his face under his arm, quickly blurting what he wants, hoping to spare some of his dignity by voicing his desire in a rush. "Just want you inside me..."
That small victory makes Max twitch and grin, but he doesn't take his fingers away for another moment just to be on the safe side. "No need to feel shy about what you want from me..." He leans down and kisses Charles until Charles lets him take his arm away from his face and then presses it onto the bed just beside Charles' head. "When you tell me what to do, it makes me feel so hot..." His breath hitches as he slowly pushes into his boy friend. Careful, slow and patient.
At his words, Charles looks entralled, his wet gaze on Max's features, his free hand holding onto his broad back firmly. He wants to distract himself from the foreign feeling of being breeched so intimately like this. He wants to keep his face straight, wants to at least hide how close he is to losing it all for a few minutes more; so, he asks. "What else... makes you so?"
Max bites on his lower lip in concentration and control, feeling the way Charles' insides grip at every inch of him as he fills him up. He breathes out shakily, cherishes the way Charles' hand pulls him in, his eyes never leaving his. "Knowing that you want me this much." He says with a small smile and watches Charles blink at him with emotion.
Just then, Max is fully seated and Charles realizes how he has been holding his breath and with a sigh he wraps his legs around Max and relaxes. A bead of sweat drops from the tip of Max's nose and lands right on his cheek and for some reason, it is so endearing to him that his eyes tear up and he pulls Max in with the fondest of smiles. "Then, I will never stop wanting you." He decides and kisses Max, leaving him equally breathless.
#lol i was trying to write fic but then I found this little ficlet I wrote for an anon long ago and forgot to post#hope they are still around to see this as i must have deleted their ask#lestappen#eri.fanfic
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Good morning/afternoon! 😘
*picking him up by the back of his neck like one of your cats* 🤣
With his chance at getting the pole screwed over yet again, Max had every right to just disappear back into his team's motorhome and only come out for the interviews that he had to give.
If Charles had not been able to see Max again that day at all, he wouldn't have been surprised, really. And he especially had not been expecting to be approached by him at the scales, right before he was getting ready for his pole interview.
It had to be some sort of instinct at play, killer or prey, Charles didn't know, but he had felt the moment Max had approached him from behind.
He stubbornly refused to question the nature of his reaction upon Max touching at the back of his neck, his fingers giving a strong enough squeeze on his nape, sending an electrifying shiver down his spine right to the tips of his toes. He had known it was Max even before turning his head around and seeing him. His body never reacted to anyone else this way. Pushed to the edge, like being enveloped sweetly by a cool gush of wind while being left to burn under a relentless desert sun.
He ignored the way his back straightened up, the way he silently but urgently took a breath and his nipples hardened against the rough material of his racing suit. He shifted on his feet a bit, subconsciously trying to avoid the feeling from travelling down to his loins, his insides already tight when their eyes had met.
"Congratulations, Charles." Max had a small but genuine smile on his face. Lush lips pressed together for a moment as he nodded his approval, his blue eyes sincere, his gait steadfast and his hand on his nape still there, moving a bit south to pat him on the back. "That was a good job at home race."
"Thanks, Max." Charles unthinkingly offered his hand to him and Max grabbed at it in a firm shake, still looking into Charles' eyes, never a man of perfunctory show but honesty and straight forwardness. Charles wished Max was doing this for the cameras, but by now he knew better and couldn't help giving one final squeeze to his hand, before Max hastily turned around and took his leave, as fast as the wind Charles had just likened him to before.
He swallowed once to quell the unbidden need to watch the way Max's shoulders and hips swayed as he'd walk away so that he could turn around and focus his attention back onto his glory and back to the quali trophy that awaited for him on his home race.
He purposefully brushed aside the thoughts of how that hand on his nape could actually be taken as Max's subtle show of superiority over him by the people who didn't know the man well. Hell, by even his past self... But things were different now. He knew Max now. A lot different in ways Charles didn't dare to acknowledge to himself. Like how that touch made him feel smaller and at Max's mercy and how it aroused him instead of disturbing him like it should have done -for the sake of his sanity. Because there were some thoughts he couldn't leave even to the silence and the loneliness of the darkest of the nights.
Send me shippy driver pics, I will write you sth with it.
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A part of my Lestappen Vampire AU
"Everyone is born to be the best at something." The leader of the masked men commented, thoughtful. His shadowed gaze was nailing Charles on to the ground where he was heaving and panting like a wounded animal. But even at the display of such raw human failure groveling right in front of him, he was quite apathetic in the way he sat there, relaxed but still alert, also much more powerful and in control of the situation than one would expect from a man of his age. "And what you are best at doing is persevering." He appeared to be impressed in an almost sadistic approval. "You have been persevering all your life, haven't you? Against everything life has ever thrown at you. But this one... This one is the result of your own chosing."
Charles growled at him from where he was wheezing and trembling in tormented want. "You all tricked me!" He snapped, his voice foreign to his own ears, harsh, warped with pain and immeasurable thirst. Full of teeth... It was a miracle how he wasn't cutting his own lips and tongue on them as he literally barked at the men who were the cause of all his grief. "You told me it would liberate me! Told me everything would be better!" He strained against his chain, his muscles going even more prominent than they usually were as he made the metal creak and whine under his unnatural power. "Instead, you turned me into this monster!" He screamed.
The men didn't even flinch at his impressive display of aggression. They just sat there in the lavishly decorated basement room in complete silence, watching him, with the merciless curiosity of a child observing an upturned bug struggling.
"We didn't turn you into anything other than offering you the gift. You received it knowingly, and with it, you proved that you have always been an insatiable monster waiting to be unleashed." The leader stated in clinical clarity. "What you have become has always been what you actually were but hid."
Despair clawed at Charles' insides deeper than his talon like nails ever could, making him sob, making him scream in protest, making him struggle against his restraint, but it was to no avail. His stomach had to be trying to digest itself while his head was getting drilled with horrible pangs of thirst and hunger and an unspeakable desire. When most of his fight got drained, when hopelessness truly started to sink in, he begged, "Let me go," looking at his captors with wet eyes.
The leader shook his head. "We won't unleash you upon unsuspecting people and also risk your secrecy and career, no."
"Then, let me feed, god damn you!" Charles snapped again, his rage momentarily eclipsing the torment he had been enduring. "Give me some blood bags or whatever!" He demanded as if he was in any position to do so.
"Your thirst won't be satisfied in the way you need it to function normally again unless you feed on that person you mated with." The leader explained.
"He is not my mate!" The rebuttal was knee-jerk fast.
"Oh, but he is..." Was there some sort of sick kind of glee in the leader's voice? As if he was finally having some actual fun? "He has always been... No matter how hard you have tried to deny your heart, the gift simply accentuated what you already had in there. And you have greed... Greed to have everything... Success, power, happiness... And maybe more than all that, you wanted him."
Charles was repeatedly hitting the back of his head on to the wall he was leaning against as if that was the sole thing that helped him hold onto his fragile sanity. His entire countenance had changed into that of defeat and acceptance. Even though there was still a lot of fight within him, and the masked men knew that perfectly well, he was in no state to fight, to resist, what his base nature dictated to him. He was in a bloodlust the likes of which he had never experienced before and he had done this to himself by fighting against what his heart had always been yearning for.
Max...
Even the thought of him made desire zing through him like an electric current, charring all his nerves, consuming him. The pain of it was both debilitating and also addictive in a sick, masochistic kind of way that rendered Charles powerless against it. He could do nothing but yearn and yearn and fantasize about the way how he would finally claim Max and make him surrender to him. Finally... Just for once, just for this instance... The need to feel the flesh of the other man yield under his teeth, under his power, under his desire was suffocating. The animal that he had become wanted to hurt him, make him arch under the pain of his thrist's scope. He knew Max was innocent, he knew he didn't deserve any of the twisted fantasies the monster in his mind was lusting for, but... That thing... That dark part of himself wanted Max and Max only in all the worse ways someone like him could want the object of their desires. Not like a human being... But an object... To own, to rend, to satiate his thirst and lust with... The euphoria of the thought of it made his whole body ache and teeth and cock throb. He wished he could die of shame and guilt as he literally whined and writhed on the ground for the Max in his mind's eye.
"Do you want him that much?" One of the men asked, not a hint of emotion in his flat voice.
Charles bared his teeth and a guttural warning growl rumbled in his throat.
"Because you are at your best when you are close to him."
"Fuck you, you perverts, no!" Charles barked in rage, a tear drop sliding down his cheek from the corner of his eye.
The leader sighed at him as if he was exasperated by the whims of a child he had to chaperone. "You think we actually care about how much you want to fuck him or get fucked by him?" He asked derisively. "Sex is dull, mundane." He sounded utterly bored. "It is cheap. We find no spectacle in it."
"What the fuck do you want from me, then?!" Frustration lent Charles more rage. But the answer set all the questions straight in his foggy mind.
"We want to watch your despair. Struggle. Watch how humans indulge and deny themselves. How their indulgence and denial destroy them in the end. How they try to win against themselves or lose everything in the process, including their humanity."
Disgusted, Charles recalled Seb's warnings, the warnings that he refused to heed.
"We are nothing but lab rats for them. Don't let this consume you, Charles. This is not a miraculous gift, but a curse."
"You are playing gods, aren't you?" He spat, his chest constricting in thirst, making g it hard to form words. "And we are your dolls..."
None of the masked men answered his question. They just observed.
"What are you going to do to me now? Put me down like a rabid animal now that I have lost my entertainment value?"
Even in his half delirious state, Charles could still tell the moment when the attitude of the men changed.
"You are wrong."
The leader stood up, his tall broad frame intimidating, even though he looked old. Charles suspected that these men just chose to look old, because they were anything but.
The leader unlocked Charles' chains and hauled him up onto his shaking feet in one swift motion.
Charles neither had the time to react nor he thought he could have done anything against the guy's unnatural strength even if he fought him.
The older man dragged him towards a metal door and forcefully pushed him inside. "The entertainment is only just beginning for us." There was a hint of a smile in his voice as he mercilessly shut the door on to Charles. "But I can't say the same for you."
Charles fell onto his knees in darkness and his first instinct was to drag himself back up towards the door and hit it with his fists. "Open the door! Open the fucking door, I am not an animal in a cage! Open it!" He yelled on top of his lungs, fear and desperation winning over his rage.
Just then, lights got turned on and Charles squinted at the sharp brightness, his heightened vision hurting his brain. "Fuck you! Fuck all of you! Fuck!" He was screaming uselessly as he grappled around, thinking he was put in a cell of sorts to suffer and die alone. But he wasn't.
"Be silent for a moment, Charles."
He jerked and stopped yelling at the unexpected sound of the leader coming from some speakers from the right side of the room. When he opened his eyes and looked towards there, he saw a big glass window mounted on the wall seamlessly like the ones in interrogation rooms in cop movies. Men were watching him from behind the tampered glass, sitting in that gilded room as if they were about to watch some movie.
Quickly casting aside the shock of seeing his elaborate trap, he literally launched himself at the glass panel with a wild growl, hoping he could destroy it. But it went dark in an instant and the only thing he could see was his own reflection staring back at him with crazed wet green eyes, darkened with the bloodlust and rage. His reflection mocked his last shred of sanity and his heart shattered at the way he no longer looked himself.
It hit him then. The scent...
The room went a bit dimmer and now it was easier to see. With one sense no longer hurting, another one had space to become his focus and that was the sense of smell.
He knew that scent. He feared that scent. Feared of the monster it provoked and enticed. He closed his eyes and refused to look, refused to turn around. He hugged himself as if he could hold back his own body's primeval need to leap upon the source of this most beloved and most merciless scent.
He sank to his knees back again and curled up onto himself, feeling his teeth growing even more and canines now cutting his own lip. Head swimming in the ferocity of his need to satiate his thirst and want and ordering him to get up... Get up and claim what he had been denying himself for as long as he remembered. At the cost of hurting him irrevocably and ruining him and his own self in one cruel act of desire.
There was a bed on the far side of the room and Max was tied to it.
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Tag game💃
Tagged by @il-predestinato which is a privilege 😎
rule(s): post a snippet (however long or short or longish or shortish) from a wip !!
This is from the 2022 season recap fic that has a twist to torment Charles more spice things up more:
"Ferrari's corner exit looks smoother and faster." Max was telling him in Bahrain, on the beach.
It was their off day between the testing and the race weekend; so, most of the grid was trying to enjoy their free time either at horse riding or golfing or by swimming.
The two of them had come to the beach separately, of course, but as soon as Max recognized him, he came over where he and a few guys from his team had been lounging. He quickly started up a conversation about the Ferraris while his friends left them alone to join Charles' group to play a ball game on the shoreline.
"We lack the Red Bull's straight line speed, though." Charles argued.
Max grinned at his claim. "I doubt that, but let's say it is so." He rummaged through his bag and found a bottle of sunscreen.
Charles watched him take his shirt off, remembering to turn his head away and not stare only when Max talked to him again.
"Even then, you have the talent to make up for whatever disadvantage you think your engine has. Cornering might actually make the difference and you have always been exceptionally good at it."
Wide-eyed, Charles looked back at Max in wonder. Thankfully, the other young man wasn't looking at him at all and instead was turning around the spray bottle in his hand as if he was trying to decide what to do with it.
It wasn't the first time Max had complimented his driving style and talent so openly like this, but it always hit home hard somewhere in Charles' chest and left him in amazement. He was glad he was wearing huge shades to hide his expression, because Max looked back at him in that instant and smiled a bit sheepishly.
"You think I'll need this?" He asked, clearly unwilling to put the sunscreen on as if it was too much of a hassle.
Blinking a few times at the unexpected question, Charles reminded awkwardly. "It is 34 degrees, Max. I think you need some."
Max made a funny face and swore under his breath, spraying some lotion on his arms and half heartedly spreading it on his skin. "I don't like the oily feel of this at all, but better than getting painful burns before a race weekend, right?" He was explaining as if to make it look less awkward.
Charles could only nod and mutter a "Yeah…", watching Max. He realized it was actually the first time he had seen the other man like this up close. Half naked…
What a way to put it. Half naked… Really, Charles? He cringed at his own way of thinking, but it was impossible to ignore the familiarity of their situation.
Max was so pale. He didn't have much hair on his chest. It almost looked silky smooth. Charles was mindlessly transfixed as his eyes followed the movements of Max's hand running across his skin. It was so hard to turn away and look elsewhere. "Don't forget your face." He pointed out to cover up how he had been rudely staring at the other man just now.
"Ugh, I hate this part." Max sprayed some of the lotion into his palm, closed his eyes tightly, and just rubbed it on his face haphazardly like an impatient kid would do.
Charles found himself chuckling at the sight. "Come on, that can't be so bad." Damn, I am still staring…
"But it is!" Max refused with a chuckle of his own and caught him in the act. He must have thought nothing of Charles' staring because he made an exaggerated expression of disgust before smiling ruefully and turned his attention to his friends as if he wanted something from them. But the others were away and immersed in their game. "I guess my back will have to stay like this." He shrugged and made to stand up.
Completely on impulse, Charles offered. "I can put some on your back if you want?" He realized what he said only after hearing his own words.
Max looked back at him as if he was trying to assess if he would be inconveniencing Charles, but he relented when Charles straightened up on his beach seat and wordlessly opened his hand for the bottle. He turned his back and waited.
Hating his own spontaneous reactions when it came to Max, Charles sighed silently and sprayed the sunscreen on the pale broad back in front of him. If his hand trembled and hesitated a bit before he touched the other young man, Charles refused to acknowledge it and just concentrated on trying not to notice every single detail about how Max's skin felt under his palm, how his back was both muscly but also soft and smooth and hot to the touch. How there were little freckles, especially on top of his shoulders, how the curve of his spine gently sloped lower to his… his... No need to put lotion that low, Charles… He berated himself and bit on his lip in annoyance before announcing hastily. "There… You are good to go."
"Thank you." Max turned around with a bright grin. "Want to play with us a little?" He offered, but Charles shook his head.
"Maybe later on. I need to check my messages." He lied.
Max pouted a bit, looking disappointed as if he had just missed an opportunity. "Right, then. We are over there." He pointed out needlessly even though for Charles, it was impossible to not be aware of Max's presence.
Charles didn't understand Max, didn't understand how he was able to get so effortlessly familiar with other people like he had done with him just now. He was always so open and so ready to mingle. Was he like this with everyone? Charles wasn't about to get conceited enough to think that their interactions were anything but how Max was always treating everyone else as.
There was nothing special about it. About him… But he refused to touch elsewhere after that, compulsively clenching and unclenching his fist. He told himself it was because his hand was now oily, completely ignoring the real reason.
He didn't want to lose it that quickly. The sensation of how Max's body felt under his touch…
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I am tagging @wolfsbanesbite if they would like to do it 😘
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Knowing that Max likes bracelets too, Charles gifts some bracelets to Max from the brand he is modeling for. Max teases him endlessly for being a cheapskate, because he believes Chal just gave him the freebies he got after the photoshoot 😂
After a visit from Victoria, while tidying up, Max finds the kids' box of colourful beads line up game laying around. Charles comes over and finds Max playing with the beads and the ropes. Max makes him a chunky bracelet out of the geometric beads and jokingly gifts it to him. Charles hangs it under the rearview mirror of his Ferrari to Max's surprise.
Max using his Cartier bracelets as a handcuff on Charles during sex to keep his wrists together. Not wanting to destroy them, Charles keeps his arms above as still as possible, because he is very much turned on.
Charles loves it when Max playfully tugs at his necklaces to bring him closer for a kiss. He also wants Max to bunch them up in his fist and tug at them the other way harshly too, but he isn't feeling brave enough to ask him to do it yet.
One of their friends figures out they are dating when he/she finds the other's bracelet(s) left beside his/her friend's bathroom mirror/on the night stand. They immediately recognize to whom they belong to but teases him about his "new" taste in jewelry until he confesses who the bracelets actually belong to.
Max knows how to weave stems to make flower crowns. So, he makes several bracelets for Charles with different wild flowers one day when they're out for a picnic. Sophie taught him when he was little.
One GP day Max has to take off the Cartiers for whatever reason and gives them to Charles to hold onto them until he finishes with a task. And Charles just puts them on his wrist to keep them safe. They both forget about them and part for their media duties that day. They don't realize what they have done until they see the countless pictures and speculation about why Charles Leclerc was wearing Max Verstappen's bracelets on the social media. Finding a plausible lie to cover that up wasn't easy.
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"If you took away racing from either of them, Charles wasn’t sure if there would be anything left."
I saw this line in drivestraight's lestappen fic we go way back and since it also fits into my 2022 fic idea, I got inspired to write this:
"What do we have in common other than racing?" Charles asked rather cruelly, apparently taking a strange sense of satisfaction out of the way how colour rose on Max's cheeks and his eyes widened before he averted them for a second only for them to zero in on at Charles as he went on speaking.
"If we weren't drivers, we wouldn't even have met even if we'd live in the same neighborhood." He clearly believed into what he was saying, judging by the flippant way he was smiling at Max's put down expression.
"Even if we had met by some bizarre happening, we would have never seen each other again." He shrugged and leaned back onto his elbow, a picture of uncaring aloofness.
"You'd think I was snobbish, I'd think you are just some guy... What's there for us to do a double take at each other on the off chance that we'd ever met? Nothing..." He answered his own question with a finality to his statement that it took Max a moment to utter what was on his mind in a way he hoped Charles wouldn't just dismiss as if swatting at a fly.
"Well, you are handsome..." Max offered with all the honesty in the world, his voice getting a bit high pitched with nervousness, sorely aware of what he was insinuating. But there was no shame in admitting the obvious, so he went on. "And even though you'd think of me just as 'some guy', I'd certainly do a double take at you if I had seen you at the cafe on the corner or at the grocery store or at wherever we'd both frequented." He was practically confessing his attraction here even as he tried to act casual about his admission. But the way he wasn't able to keep the eye contact longer than a few seconds at a time totally belied his expectation for a softer and maybe a shier smile in answer.
But nothing of the sort came. "And you seriously think I would notice you the way you'd notice me..." It wasn't a question. It was a merciless let down.
Max blinked at the way Charles observed him with an emotion on his face that he resembled to disdain. Suddenly, it was so hard to swallow, so hard to just stand there and continue talking as if he wasn't being rejected in the most cruelest of the ways. He unseeingly looked at his gintonic glass and completely losing his joy, he put his drink back onto the bar counter where Charles was relaxing against just so he could do something.
"I... I know I am not that handsome." He accepted as he had done many times before, even in front of the cameras, jokingly calling himself much more merciless stuff. It was always easier to hear it first from his own lips instead of others saying that about him. He didn't care. He really didn't give a damn about his looks. It didn't hurt him as much as what Charles had just said about them having nothing else between them other than racing. Yet, Charles didn't even shake his head at his admission, not even out of courtesy and, wow... He really must have meant nothing to him other than being the current fastest guy that he had to beat to feel better about himself, huh...
"But... Why is it so hard to look at me the way I am, Charles?" He asked, head tilted a bit to the side, lips pressed together and hands pushed into his jeans pockets, uncomfortable just the way his heart felt in his ribcage. "Why is it so hard for you to actually look at this some guy?"
Why is it so hard to love me?
Charles visibly squared up his shoulders as if he was utterly bored, fed up even, but he never lost the eye contact with Max like one would scold a child. "Sometimes people just don't seem interesting enough, you know. Not exactly only due to their looks..." He pushed out his bottom lip and shrugged in disinterest as if he couldn't be arsed to even mull over why Max would even feel offended.
"I see..." Max was morbidly impressed with Charles' sharp and stone cold logic, eyebrows raised and face betraying all his disappointment in himself, in Charles, and in everything else. "So, my only merit is my racing craft." He nodded, matter of fact and as neutral as possible even though he felt sick in the stomach at the way Charles only watched him in silence, neither denying nor confirming. Well, silence was a sort of confirmation in and of itself, so...
He shrugged and dug his hands deeper into his empty pockets. "Don't know if I want to be a source of entertainment for you anymore, then." His face contorted into a show of mild disgust at the way this talk turned out, at the way he finally had seen some sort of emotion flitting across Charles' face for a second other than that icy merciless apathy. "But then again, you'll always find your entertainment elsewhere, right?" He figured in a deprecating manner, but didn't know what he loathed more: his love for racing and thus being a part of Charles' world or Charles readily agreeing with him.
"There are many other talented guys on the grid other than you and me, Max."
"Of course." Max agreed, too, smiling edgily with a bravado that he didn't actually have in him at that moment. "You go enjoy your mighty battles... Because I will win many more championships in the meanwhile." He derided, equally cold and cruel, wanting to hurt Charles as much as he had hurt him tonight, wishing he actually cared about championships more than how he believed Charles didn't give a damn about him as a person. He set his jaw and hastily turned around to get away from the other man and disappear among the party goers as soon as possible.
Charles watched him storm off and with each step Max took away from him, he deflated and lost a bit of his nonchalant and confident air. He turned back to the bar area, his shoulders slumped and his eyes losing all their fire. The glass of dry whiskey in his hand felt like a beacon of consolation; so, he chugged it all down in one swing and grimaced at the bitter punch that burned down his throat and settled in his gut like some nasty unforgivable sin. He pushed the glass away on the perfectly polished bar counter and the barman looked at him in question.
"Another..." He demanded, rubbing a hand over his face harshly. But as he watched the barman pour him the drink, he shook his head at himself and decided. "Leave the bottle here."
He was absolutely fucked. So, he might as well get wasted and hope to forget about the way he had just destroyed Max's heart. The dirty blond beauty that just sat beside him and looked at him with sea blue eyes might also help.
Yeah... That should just do the trick.
Max would eventually get over it anyway.
#lestappen#im not sure if the author that inspired me would like to be tagged so i just linked their fic#no read more im on the app we die like binotto's career#eri.fanfic
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I am not tagged by anyone, but I am going to do this, with not just one fic, but several, and not just a line but some paragraphs:
Rules: In a new post, show the last line/paragraph(s) you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like)
This one is from a lestappen fic:
"Why would even Atlas pity you? You think you deserve it because what you're shouldering is too heavy for anyone to carry or because you think you martyred yourself for the sake of it? Have you forgotten that you chose to shoulder it all too willingly? Have you forgotten how much pride you were taking from the name Il Predestinato? Wouldn't you have called it a glorious burden if you had won, instead of just a deadweight as it feels like now? Don't be so conceited.
Yes, at first, I thought you were a victim of your circumstances, always suffering even for a sliver of happiness. But you crave it. You think unless you suffer for it, it is not grand enough and worthwhile of your time. You secretly boast of your perseverance in pursuit of perfection. It has become a defining aspect of you, and now you can't think of satisfaction and perfection without sufferage. You do not want to be saved from it. You think you have to hild onto it to feel alive. But we've unknowingly provided you with a means to destroy yourself faster with it."
This one is from another Lestappen fic:
"There is an infinite number of ways to arrive at the inevitable. Today, which way do you want to try? Which way would you like to exhaust?" The demon asked, clad in Sebastian's skin. The half bored half deprecating look in his eyes was judging Charles even more severely each new time he came face to face with him in this void. "Are you thick in here?" He spat, lips drawn back and showing his sharp teeth in disgust. "When will you realize you can't change the inevitable? When will you realize you can't have both things at once? Or do you no longer want to be what you have been desiring for so long, so strongly that it drew me to you?"
Charles looked back at the demon and held the manic blue eyes with determination, even though something was dying inside of him at each new try and each new attempt. "Never." He refuted firmly. "That's the bane of my existence."
Sebastian regarded him with contempt at first, and then his expression turned into gleeful sadism as he slowly walked up to Charles and pressed a talon-like finger onto his chest. "Then, he can stay dead. That's his destiny. For as long as you want that trophy, he has to die for it. And you have to watch him crash himself against walls for you to achieve your dream."
Sickness brewed inside Charles's stomach like some poison, but he kept the bile inside by holding onto his rage. He snarled at the youthful face of the Redbull's first golden boy, even though his eyes were filled with unshed tears. "There has to be a way." He bit through his gritted teeth. "There has to be a way to undo this. And I will find it!"
Sebastian snorted at the defiance, finding it both pathetic and irritating. "Go and try again, then." He pushed Charles back with inhuman strength and Charles violently woke up to the same day, panting and whining at his fate, the tears now falling.
This is from a Seb/FemKimi fic:
Well, it was typical of Sebastian to smash the fastest lap in the final lap after losing on a highly possible win, but Kimi didn't voice it. "Look at the standings…" She pointed at the large TV screen in the room, and true to Lewis' guess, Sebastian had gotten the fastest lap.
The broadcast showed a part of his purple sectored lap and then cut into the parc ferme camera to show the moment he was out of his car and walking away, wacking his gloves right at himself as an expression of his disappointed anger, right onto the side of his helmet. She could almost hear the cracking sound the heavy gloves made against the metal, feeling herself getting goosebumps just from watching it even though the weather was quite hot.
Oh, he was angry… She could barely resist biting on her lower lip, seeing that show of irritation doing things to her. Well then, she should do her best, too, right?
This is from a Simi fic:
This life that he had chosen for himself felt like a huge mistake because he was something else in his dreams.
Is all that we see or seem, but a dream within a dream?
He didn't remember the first time he saw himself in his dream. Nobody did, possibly. Because why should it be counted as a special occasion, a milestone? People dreamt of all kinds of strange stuff anyways; so, occasionally watching themselves reenact their daily lives in different ways or dig out their subconscious for a face off was not a strange occurrence. Seeing their own reflection in a mirror or watching themselves as if they were out of their body had to have felt strange at first, but then, people would get used to it. And if it happened again later on, they'd just shrug it off and forget about it soon. Just the way the human mind was supposed to work...
Yet, there was an anomaly here. Something strange… Because after a while, after observing himself closely, Sebastian realized he didn't know who the Sebastian that he saw in his dreams was.
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Filthy rich Charles has become the number one gossip material of the high society when people started talking about how he had been played for a fool by a silver fox who was only together with him to get a million euros job out of Charles' father's hands.
To quell the gossips and to save their face, Charles father decides to marry him to a guy that their society doesn't know about at all and asks his lawyer friend for a bullet proof marriage contract and a good candidate.
Enter Mr. Nobody poor Maxie who has a repairing garage and a karting circuit close to the city, who is also a racer himself and is trying to help out poor kids on the karting scene. He is at odds with a rich car parts dealer due to a debt and his case is in the same lawyer's hands. He also needs money because one of his poor but promising students need a very costly operation soon.
The lawyer approaches him, talks about how he'll get the money he needs both to save his karting circuit lease and to the ailing kid thanks to the pretense marriage if he agrees to act as the husband of a pampered richie rich Charles.
Max agrees mainly for the kid's sake and meets his soon to be spouse Charles who immediately hates on him because Max is just a "mechanic" who sold himself for money and luxury in his eyes.
Max swallows his pride and signs the contract, gets the money he needs for the kid's operation and never talks about it and lets Charles think lowly of him. But he also keeps an eye on Charles when he is out and about at the high society scene because he is surrounded with people who wants to prey on both his money and his body.
They slowly fall for each other as things that push them to each other happen around them. But their marriage contract is soon to be expired and some high status guy already has his eyes on Charles.
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Shippy pics like this?
It was only a few weeks ago, but Max loved leafing through the photos from that day.
He actually had some of them printed out in the old fashioned way, because touching those photos made the memory of his shaking fingers, weak knees, trembling arms and wildly beating heart from then tangible. Indelible in his mind and solid in his hands even though they were just fragile paper...
Even though he didn't buy and put them into an expensive leather bound photo album -like they actually deserved- and kept them in an unlabeled manila envelope, they were always within reach in his night stand drawer whenever he needed the reminder. And it might sound a bit silly, yes, but he needed the reminder of this beautiful reality that he had surged through like braving an ocean of emotions, because most of the time it still felt like a fever dream, unbelievable.
This photo, along with the one framing the moment when they finally hugged each other, was one of Max's favorites.
The genuine smile on Lando's face always drew him in. The way one of his hands held onto his side before Max just went for it and hugged him to himself with all the strength and the exhaustion of a man who had just shrugged off the weight of the world like Atlas could never. And Lando had not only let him but also pulled him closer and let him rest even if for a few seconds while this moment had been immortalized by tens of camera flashes all at once.
Max wondered if Lando had been able to feel the way the deflated in his arms. Wondered if he could tell the moment when he could finally breathe easy for the first time in a while had also been in Lando's embrace. Wondered if he knew how he had literally been his anchor at that very moment when Max had been this close to just fall onto his knees and break apart...
This photo was taken literally seconds before Lando had managed to inadvertently keep Max together with as little as a gesture as a smile and a hug. Yes, little for Lando possibly, but it was magical for Max and he was forever thankful for Lando being the one providing it.
He ran his fingers softly through the curls of his boyfriend sleeping against his chest and smiled at the photo one last time before tucking it back into the manila envelope and back into the nightstand drawer.
His movements caused Lando to stir a bit, but Max carefully relaxed back and let him find a better position against his side.
Maybe in the morning, when Lando would wake up, Max should thank him for that magical moment in Abu Dhabi in a more intimate way.
Send me shippy driver pics, I will write you sth with it.
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I am so tired, but I am imagining Lando convincing Max to model him for his amateur photography, aiming to put the photos on a bid for some charity. No make up, no professional hair dresser, just Max against scenic sights of the city wherever they are racing that weekend.
They have so much fun with it, like a little date, private and cozy, and Lando catches such beautiful moments of Max's smile, his contemplative face, his focused expression, his wistful side, him enjoying himself, him laughing with Lando, him looking at him so softly...
And the next day, when Lando looks through the photos he took, he just stares at them, not admiring his skills (which need quite the work tbh) but Max and the expression he had whenever he looked at the camera, at Lando.
It is as if Max is looking right through him and Lando can't help but just spend hours before his computer, realizing he has been slowly falling for his friend and he doesn't know what to do with the pain in chest whenever he goes through the hundred or so photos for the umpteenth time and comes eye to eye with Max in some of them. Getting red cheeked, breath hitching, the urge to touch the screen is strong, but his embarrassment is stronger.
He has to choose ten photos and he can't, because he thinks he didn't do any justice to Max's blue eyes, to his smile, to his pretty hair and full lips... And at the same time, he feels unreasonably jealous of the moments he captured, thinking that he didn't want others to see how pretty and soft Max is. He knows he is being unreasonable. So, he just lets Max decide, all the while watching his reaction at the photos he took, the hope to see Max liking them and the need to never show them to anyone else warring, if only Max says he hated the result. But no... Max loves them all and Lando submits the chosen photos.
They are an instant hit and people bid crazy amounts for them and Lando considers buying them all to just keep them to himself even though he knows it is a crazy idea.
In the end, he just lets them go as he promised to, signing them all lovingly. Media making a coverage about it even. He smiles through it, because he is proud of having convinced Max for this cause. But he is red faced and he is shy and Max is smiling and joking right beside him the whole time, relaxed, because it is him, he did it for him. And Lando knows he is privileged, that he is special, because they are "friends".
And he wonders if Max learns about his growing feelings, would he still smile beside him and with him? Or would he just distance himself and take away the colors from Lando's world.
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I wish I could write cause alpha!max omegas!lando and charles sounds fire.
Ahhhh! An Anon who understands me and has the superior taste over the lestappies and the norstappies who are fighting for Max's D and A and can't see how Max doesn't have to choose when Charles and Lando are such good friends in rl.
On a serious note, yes to the Alpha Max and Omegas Charles and Lando as a threesome a million times. We all know that Max and Lando would be an item first and Lando would be the one introducing Charles into their relationship after seeing Max's interest in him and realizing he also has feelings for the other Omega. Charles would be hesitant and shy at first, even reserved, but he wouldn't be able to resist their advances for long.
I have ideas under the cut:
In-universe, maybe Lando opens up about his feelings and interest in Charles first to test the waters. And see if Charles is interested, too. Charles is interested, but he is also hesitant because they are all rivals and especially him and Max. He thinks if he admits his feelings/interests and acts on them, it would mean he accepted losing to Max. Max knows this and always treats him as his equal just like he does with Lando, because they are his equals and he wouldn't want it any other way. He makes his interest obvious, too. And the rest is upon Charles to decide.
They start flirting with each other, without putting a name on it. Even going out on fun dates without calling it dates. So that Charles can make a decision. Maybe as Charles warms up to the idea, he gets his heat but this time it is so intense and painful for some reason he doesn't understand. He is afraid and has no one to go to and he actually doesn't want to seek relief in random people because he can only think of Max and Lando as he goes thru it. One of his friends (maybe Carlos? Pierre?) realizes what's happening and they call Lando and he immediately comes over, bringing some of Max's worn clothes to test out if Charles has developed a bond to him on his own. And yeah, Charles really did, because as soon as he sees Lando, he just buries himself to his side and doesn't let go.
Lando gives him Max's clothes and helps him out so that Charles can feel a bit relieved. It certainly helps to be taken cared for by a person who loves him and whom he has fallen for, too, but he also needs Max. Lando asks him if he would say the same with a clear head and if he wouldn't regret it when his heat is satiated. Charles realizes he has already been in love with them both and that was why his heat was this strong and painful in their absence. And tells him that he is sure.
They call Max and when Max comes over while he is absolutely stunned by the strength of Charles' pheromones, he is also cautious just like Lando. He doesn't want to do something what Charles might regret later on or feel obligated to to get rid of this pain just because he feels out of options. But hearing that and seeing Max's self control over himself is proof enough that Charles has made the right choice both in his heart and in his mind.
Sexy times happen threeway 😇
Or....
As an AU, I won't deny that I would like to see a distinguished Alpha Max buying out the Omegas Lando and Charles together or one by one after different times off of an auction from someone/some organization that used to treat them very badly. Your classic rich man buying off tormented slaves/servants and treating them as people instead of objects stuff.
Or....
Another AU, but this time Charles is an Alpha, too. They are from different influential families that are at odds with each other in a violent way and they all have feelings for each other but shit is complicated because Max and Lando are certainly in love and Charles knows this and he is also begrudgingly in love with Max and denies it. But he also loves Lando and is bitter about how Lando preferred Max over him. To create peace, their families arrange a marriage between them. Max is distraught, but knows Charles will look after Lando good, because he knows Charles also has feelings for the Omega and thinks that it would have been great if Charles didn't hate him this much, they could have all been together happily, because since childhood, he liked Charles.
The marriage happens and they are forced to live in a big villa together. Charles promises Lando that he won't touch him because he is aware that Lando actually likes Max and that their marriage is just on paper. Lando is both relieved, but he also feels sad for Charles for keeping him in a marriage that he apparently doesn't want.
Fast forward, Charles treats Lando nicely, but openly antagonizes Max to both punish him in his own way and take out his jealousy on him even though he also clearly suffers. Living in the same house, albeit it is huge, clearly puts a strain on all of them.
Max doesn't consummate his love with Lando, believing that it would only worsen their situation. And Lando starts having feelings for Charles, too. He is not sure if it is love yet, but he talks about it to Max, assuring him that while he is still in love with him, he also has started caring for Charles too and is afraid he might also destroy Max's heart and what they have because of this. Max is elated, because he likes Charles, too. He thinks their problem and their families' conflict will be solved if they explain it all to Charles and ask him if he would give Max a chance and learn to not hate him for Lando's sake. Meanwhile, Charles is actually in quite dark places mentally, because he believes Max and Lando are sleeping together behind his back and they are perfectly happy without him around.
Btw, he might have some substance abuse going on with alcohol and/or sth else to cope with his hopeless feelings for the other two and the disappointment and the failure of being unable to be a part of their lives when he wants it this much.
So, one day, when Max isn't in the city, Lando gets his heat untimely and unexpectedly bad because he has slowly bonded with the two of them without being aware of it and Charles comes back home drunk/drugged out of his mind after a few days of wasting himself away at clubs and bars only to smell Lando's heat. Even though enticed strongly, he goes up to his own room to lock himself up because he thinks Max will take care of him and also some sane part of him fleetingly thinks it is wrong, but he finds Lando in his room on his bed, curled up in need and pain surrounded with his and Max's clothes.
In a moment of clarity, he warns Lando to leave, but Lando is literally unable to get up, hasn't been expecting Charles to come home, so he'd wanted to find some relief in his and Max's scents. He feels afraid and alone and Charles is there, but he doesn't know if he'd be gentle and mindful, because it is his first time ever. But even then he asks him to not leave and stay. Charles feels like a replacement of Max, resents Lando, resents how he would just be a tool of relief for him in Max's absence, but his drugged up mind tells him that he can finally have Lando albeit half willing, and make the infinately patient Max finally mad and that would make the other man either tear him apart or divorce him and create a war between their families in which he believed that he deserved to be the first casualty.
He has Lando. Many times until the next morning. He doesn't remember much the next day when he wakes up late afternoon with a huge headache other than his immense guilt and the way Lando writhed and cried under him. Lando isn't there. He doesn't call him, because he is sure he went to find Max to tell him how Charles gas taken advantage of him in his absence. He wastes his time away in the house alone, waiting fir the fall out.
Only for Max to come back home in a panic, telling him how he can't reach Lando at all and if he has seen him. Bracing himself for a huge fight, Charles scathingly tells Max what has happened, but he means to hurt the other man, so he chooses his words accordingly because he wants Max to punch him and be done with him, thinking he deserves neither Lando's soft love nor Max's goodness or patience. But Max doesn't do that. He is distraught to learn what happened, but finding Lando is more important because he had to be afraid of the consequences of last night even though Max doesn't believe that Charles can ever hurt Lando or take advantage of him as he claims to have done. He tells Charles that since he has never touched Lando before, he will remove himself out of their marriage and they can finally be happy since Charles hates him this much. Charles is surprised by Max's reaction and words and wants to talk, but Max doesn't listen, takes him away to search for Lando. Eventually, they find him at one of his friends, hiding there because he hoped the other two would finally talk and sort out their feelings, but instead, Max asks if last night happened unwillingly as Charles had claimed or not. When Lando says he had been willing, Max says he has become the unnecessary extra baggage in this marriage, so he is leaving them. He takes off his ring and rushes outside. But surprisingly, it is Charles who stops him from leaving. Charles confesses all his pent-up feelings of love and jealousy and how he can no longer go on if Max decides to end this. Lando hugs them both and doesn't let go until Max promises that he'll stay and wear his ring again. Emotions galore followed by some hot threesome...
I will write the last idea because I live for drama.
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Talk to me about norlestappen Eri! Tell me a scene that always comes to mind if you think about them!
Feel better🧡 hope you get well soon!
Ps: i understood the ask as "norstappen" You can blame it on my fever😂😂
When I think about them, in my mind's eye, always an image of them both smiling giddily at each other appears. Them standing close, possibly one of them has his arm around the other, close to the hip, their focus on something as they discuss it half serious half with little jokes so as to make each other laugh and watch the other's joy.
I like imagining them being soft with each other. Lando is a bit feisty and his humor is dry, but Max understands him well and in every way he shows how he respects/likes him. Watching them interact gives me precious serotonin and I seriously hope Lando will do well this year so that we can see them on the podium more.
Also, a scene... I have this fic idea I still haven't written about Lando pining for Max for a long time and one night Max getting drunk in dubious company so Lando to the rescue, but Max just turns clingy and giggly over him and Lando let's himself be swept away by a drunk Max, thinking Maxie wouldn't remember it come morning and angsts over it after they do the do. It has a happy ending ofc 🤣
#lovely mutuals#i dunno how I read the ask wrong but i can compensateit to you by letting you imagine a Charles sitting down in front of the bed while#watching Max and Lando have s*x and instructing them by telling them what to do next while jerking himself off 😏#eri.fanfic
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About you Lestappen fic, does it have to be a highly accurate chronological order, or can it be more vague, just featuring key events, like this:
1. The first time they met at karting (I think Max started internationally a little earlier than Charles).
2. Karting races in between this and 2012 and how they grew to dislike each other.
3. The Inchident (May 2012, aka the most documented Lestappen event ever)
4. Max starting F1 (2015)
5. Max’s first F1 win (2016?)
6. Charles becoming F2 Champion (2017)
7. Charles starting in F1 (2018)
8. Max’s first win while Charles in F1.
9. I think there is at least one shared podium while Charles was at Sauber? (I distinctively remember photos of them in a press conference around that time)
10. Charles moves to Ferrari
11. Austria 2019 (haven’t watched it yet, but those photos of Charles being angry at Max I think are from there?)
(There’s also their big crash after which Max kicks the wall but idk where that is from)
12. Spa 2019
13. Monza 2019
14. Singapore 2019 (Max asking Charles about the flag is what I remember)
15. Abu Dhabi 2019 (joking around in the press conference)
The 2020 season is a big blank in my head, sorry for that.
16. Monaco 2021
17. Silverstone 2021
18. Abu Dhabi 2021 (shouting from the yacht, Charles banging his head on that golf cart)
19. The 2022 season
Also, I don’t necessary thing it’s not worth giving it a go. You never know when one idea might really resonate with people. It truly depends I think, but for me personally, my most popular fic (not F1, but in a book fandom) is one that undoubtedly creates an intense emotional reaction, because it’s heavy on the angst side, even though it does have a happy ending. Whereas more fluffy or cutesy fics, no matter how much I may love them myself, tend to not have a similar reaction, although it highly depends on other tropes or AUs used as well. If it’s more niche, well the reaction will be smaller.
I personally really love you writing style, your prose is beautiful and it really showcases your literature studies background. I would 100% read something like this if you do decide to do it, and I do think it has potential to be a popular fic.
I have been writing fanfiction since 2004, I think 🤔 My current AO3 account is my fifth fanfiction author account. The other ones are currently irrelevant as I lost my interest in the fandoms i used to write for under them. But to this day, I haven't figured out what makes some fics highly popular in its fandom and what makes some others disappear on the sidelines even though they are way better in a lot of ways. I am mostly writing angst, too. But my ship has lost its popularity and thus nobody knows my works other than my friends and a few dedicated and persistent people.
That aside, my interpretations of these drivers' personalities mostly do not align with the popular "headcanons" i am seeing in other people's works. That's why I think it would be a waste of time on my part to try to undertake a big writing project again.
I have more or less the same timeline you posted here and I will keep this ask bookmarked if I can ever get myself worked up enough to overcome the risk of shouting at the void and look for some inspiration.
Thank you for sending me this 💕💕
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Kimi's pointy ears and pointy nose 😌
Anon.... Kimi looks like an elf, especially when he also has long hair.
You know I am a huge Star Trek fan also. I have always wanted to write a fic in which Kimi is from a planet similar to Vulcan. But while Vulcan is mostly desert-like, Kimi's planet is icy with huge thermal water reserves that sustain life. Planet Sisu 😂 And our cold and pointy eared, pointy nosed Kimi is an outcast because his mom was Terran 😂
Enter sunshine/golden retriever/too enthusiastic for his own good/bright eyed foolish captain Seb who recruites Kimi as his CMO or Science Officer.
Also, Kimi is a merman 😂😂
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