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#yes it was a lestappen fic
blueberry-obsessed · 1 month
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You guys ever just write a whole (short) fic on paper and then get tired and fall asleep only to wake up and have no idea where the pages went? No, just me? Okay.
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il-predestinato · 2 months
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fanfic writers owe us nothing don't be ungrateful stop demanding things etc etc
ALL FUCKING TRUE BUT LESTAPPEN WRITERS LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO:
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we are LESS. THAN. 10. FICS. AWAY from overtaking maxiel as the top f1 ship on ao3 👑
SO CHARGE YOUR BATTERY, MODE PUSH, DRS WIDE OPEN, FULL SEND... WE CAN DO THIS! 😤
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arkhammaid · 3 months
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max has always been fascinated by the way the tifosi treat charles. it's fanatical, pure insanity, the way they grasp for him, hands reaching out to touch. and that was before charles won the WDC, way before, even back then when they still had seb in ferrari.
he has seen the jokes, the cursed jesus!charles picture and tifosi kneeling in front of it, he has seen babies handed to charles as if they're asking for a blessing- he has seen many things, which just prove to him how much the tifosi love charles. they love him more than seb, more than schumacher, heck, on some days one might think they love him more than ferrari.
but the insane thing is... charles loves them equally back. he bleeds red, he drives red, he dreams red, he wins red. it's his color, mind, body, heart and soul and the tifosi know it.
their behavior doesn't change when lewis joins ferrari, their favorite is still charles. but it starts to change, when charles beats his ongoing streak of WDCs, claiming his own.
it's then, when max begins to see the true power of tifosi and their belief.
or
tifosi * their belief in charles + a ferrari WDC win (by charles) + a sprinkle of insanity = man turned god charles leclerc
OR
in which i'm too lazy/busy to write a proper lestappen fic worthy of this idea (maybe in the future, maybe i'm opening the docs rn to set up a draft, maybe-) which is very much PJO/greek mythology inspired, based on the idea that gods only have so much power if mortals believe in them. but what if millions of mortals start to actually believe and pray to someone they think is blessed, the predestined, a god to them?
heavily inspired by these infamous pictures and this incredible fanart (and ofc the jesus!charles poster, yk which one i'm talking about...)
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wisteriagoesvroom · 4 months
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📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️
been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!
just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.
'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁
p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡 
let's gooooo--
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objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e
listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)
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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e
max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.
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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e
this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.
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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t
leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*
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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g
max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.
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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e
i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.
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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e
i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.
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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e
i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.
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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g
also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.
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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.
p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛
BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)
xoxo, -- wizz
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vroom-vrooms · 4 days
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No but like….
Lestappen musician au where they’re neighbors and Charles is a classical pianist and Max is a drummer in a band and Charles drives him crazy playing piano all night long so in return he drives Charles crazy playing drums all day long
So Max is basically falling asleep at practices because he can’t sleep at night because of Charles’ playing and Charles is also falling asleep at practices because he can’t sleep at all during the day because of Max’s playing and neither of them are thinking of logical solutions because obviously the solution is to make it worse and worse every single day until one of them gives in but neither of them want to be the first to confront the other
Do you see the vision?????
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piasstrinorris · 6 months
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Lestappen has adopted oacar piastri as their own at this point. The way he is just following them is making me cackle.
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maxcuntstappen · 27 days
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checo spends more time than anyone with lestappen what with cooldown rooms interviews, barging into Max’s drivers room unannounced etc etc
So he just, accepts Charles presence as The Constant in the world. And So when lestappen can’t talk right away he actually finds himself in interesting strat convos with Charles. Leading to them talking abt random stuff until Max steals charles away once again
So recently, with Charles being gone. He’s a bit confused? like max is but slightly less. Like?? who’s he supposed to talk to now?? Max? All they’re gonna do is talk about Charles!!
Well, that doesn’t sound to bad actually. So they do. And whoever the third is just has to sit there and take the convo of the two red bulls lamenting about how they miss charles and charles should be here and charles is so cool and on and on
(idk also in my mind they go out for drinks after races sometimes :) for funsies)
"Sooo..." Checo starts, before awkwardly trailing off.
Max blinks at him, once, twice.
And then Checo needs to look away because there's only so much time a man can stare at Max's nearly-too-blue eyes without finding themself stuttering and stumbling.
Checo has had to learn this the hard way.
The race has only just finished. A Red Bull 1-2. A good day at the office.
There's just one thing missing.
The wrong colour race suit hovers around them.
Maybe Checo had begun taking Charles' presence for granted.
Relied on him being around too much, too often. Being way too comfortable with the other two doing the talking and socialising and letting it wash over him, chipping in if he wanted to.
But otherwise, just chilling out.
Neither Max nor him know what to do now.
Standing around in a loose circle, shuffling their feet, waiting for the interviews to begin.
The silence is anything but comfortable.
Checo needs to do something.
Needs to say something.
Now.
"So, Max, what about Charles' last lap overtake, huh?"
The effect is instant; blue eyes lighting up, hands taking flight.
"Mate," Max begins, and then he's off, talking a mile a minute.
And it's comfortable. Familiar. Checo cannot help but smile, relaxing into it.
If either of them had paused, or perhaps even cared, to notice. They would notice the third place man grumbling as he walked off, "You have to be fucking kidding me."
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nico-di-genova · 28 days
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Keep to the Line Verse
Chapter 6
“Okay, so, twenty-seven turns,” Charles says, tracing back over the rough sketch of the circuit he’s drawn into his notebook – originally in hurried pencil, now in a slightly more clarifying pen.
He’s got one hand smearing ink and lead across the paper, the other pressed to his thigh beneath the table, trying to still the jittery bouncing that overtakes him anytime they hit a patch of turbulence. The empty scotch glass next to his notebook has already been refilled by the flight attendant twice, the orange peel that had been curled delicately over the rim picked to pieces by Charles’ anxious fingers.
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wanderingblindly · 5 months
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Lestappen hallmark!! I need to know more
I don't have nearly as much of this done as I'd like, but I love what I have so far!!!!!!!!
The high level concept is:
Plot moved by Charles's shady and beloved Grandma (icon)
Total grandma's boy, and equally shady, Charles has to come take care of her after a fall
Blunt and awkward Max, who's beloved by all the grandmas in the neighborhood (poor European man didn't realize he moved to An Old People Neighborhood outside NY), keeps stopping by to """"""help out"""""", too
Classic hallmark shenanigans ensue :)
Entirely unedited snippet below the cut!
She pulls him from his adrenaline-crash reverie with a bright tone – one that he knows far too well. Her mischievous tone, the one she uses when she’s just a little too proud of a plan coming together:
“Oh! Charles, this is Max. Remember how I told you he shovels my driveway?” Hesitant to let her go, still not quite believing that everything’s ok, Charles stands up – hands never leaving her shoulders. Max, the man that called his grandmother stupid, sits quietly in the corner. 
He waves after being mentioned, flashing a closed-lipped smile. 
“I was gonna hang up her Christmas lights, too, if she had some patience.” He flashes his grandmother a look, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head like a disapproving parent. It takes a moment of conscious resolve to stop his hands from tightening on mémè’s shoulders as he watches, bristling at the other man’s tone. 
Because that’s his tone to use with his grandmother, first of all. 
“Charles,” He introduces himself with a default smile, something he’d give an Uber driver that took too many wrong turns: tight but polite, conscious of his rating. “Mémè, she… speaks of you highly.” She flashes him a play nice from the corner of her eye – he squeezes his hands in a silent shut the fuck up.
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panevanbuckley · 2 months
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WIP Wednesday
because i literally never normally have a WIP and also because i haven't written anything since JULY so.... have this small snippet of a lestappen fic i'm writing that nobody asked for
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“You’re not going to find anything in there that I haven’t already told you.” Charles states matter-of-factly, as Max scrolls through the information on the screen. Which Max already knew, of course, because if Charles is anything he’s a damn good race engineer. The best one Max has worked with, that’s for sure.
“I know,” he admits, eyes still scanning through the various numbers in front of him, and Charles laughs.
“Such a control freak.” Charles mutters.
“I am not a- Hey!” Max exclaims as his cap is swiped clean off of his head. Charles sticks his tongue out, putting the cap on himself backwards because he’s just goddamn awful. But he doesn’t leave any time for Max to complain any further, fingers carding through his (disgustingly sweaty) hair and sending shivers down his back.
It’s embarrassing really, how the tension in his shoulders melts away with just the slightest of touches. And if a tiny sound escapes his lips when fingernails scrape at his scalp, well, that’s none of anybody’s business but his own.
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stylestappen · 2 years
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MORE untapped fic material charles is at a monaco bar w friends and a friend who doesn't follow f1 goes "oy mate hot guy at your nine checking u out" charles turns to the bar sees max eyeing him up and promptly chokes in his drink
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formulaocean · 14 hours
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Having just finished my module on renaissance reception of mythological figures may I present to you Charles Leclerc as Michelangelo’s David.
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“I saw the angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free”.
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cupidskissx · 7 months
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Breathlessly Devoted🌷
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Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Max Verstappen
Word count: 1,179
Chapters: 1/1
Warnings: Sexual Content, Light Choking, Getting Caught
Summary:
They didn’t do this so openly, so publicly, it’s something that remained hidden away in dark hotel rooms. But Charles couldn’t deny him, not now, not today, not when he needed it the most.
Sometimes newly re-crowned champions need a helping hand, or two.
Read on Ao3
Author's Note:
I wrote this fic back in May and posted it here (original fic). It had been inspired by this outstanding artwork by @lihuiantipyretic!
In honour of Max winning his third WDC I thought I’d commemorate, creative liberties are still at play.
I hope you enjoy (and if you happen to read this a second time, thank you)!
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lestappenforever · 10 months
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Epilogue of "Devils roll the dice (Angels roll their eyes)" is up!
Surprise?
An epilogue was never a part of my original plan for this fic. But, ever since posting the the last chapter last Friday, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I haven't been able to stop feeling like there's just a little something I still owe you guys — and Max and Charles —that never happened in the fic itself.
So here you go, a 5112 word epilogue to really finish off my absolute favorite thing that I've ever written.
You can read it here.
I hope you guys like it, and I love you all so much. ❤️
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xiaoluclair · 1 year
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sorry to bother but i am in desperate need of lestappen fanfic recommendations if you have any 🥹🫶🏻
hello my sweet darling, i s'pose i may indeed accept your humble apology 💞✨💗. and in return:
[T] sweet, funny, established relationship, helmut marko get in a bin agenda if that's ur thing: Red Bull Burgers
[T] hilarious, flowershop!charles and streamer!max: so i guess i'll be sticking with you
[T] gorgeous, heartbreaking and heartmaking, non-linear, imagine word vomit but like truly exquisite: love like a fist
[M] depth, true rumination, metaphors and similes to knock you out, do not read this while half asleep (speaks from experience), or maybe do, the english language is but sweet author's measly slave: CUL-DE-SAC
[T] limited lestappen (but such good build for their potential), the most charming office au ever, on-the-fucking-floor-funny lmao lmfao rofl: itch
[E] mouth watering dynamics, basically pure lestappen, denial is not just a river in egypt, and now with a Part 2: (i) monaco malaise // (ii) azerbaijan abnegation
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laura1633 · 1 year
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I need a Eurovision Lestappen fanfic crossover. 
Charles is the tortured musician who puts his heart and soul into his lyrics. His heartfelt ballad was the early favourite until a certain Dutch entrant starts to pick up some attention for his upbeat pop powerhouse tune. 
Max is all about the performance, Charles is all about the lyrics. Together they really would make beautiful music. 
Rivals falling in love against a backdrop of glitter, music and all the drama!! 
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