Hey Lestappies 👋🏼
I know, it's been a while...but seeing the happy couple on the podium together inspired me to get my a** up and start writing again. You could say yesterday gave me my mojo back 🤭
So here is my newest (but also very old WIP) Lestappen fic:
High class
Max walks down the dark streets, at least as dark as the for the mediterranean countries typical warm light of the street lamps allows it. It is windy and the air already feels heavy with cold, leaving no doubt that winter is just around the corner. He turns up the collar of his coat to protect himself at least a little from the cold wind. This walk isn’t a romantic or thoughtful walk in the late evening where someone just strolls the streets. No, Max is on his way to do something necessary and unpleasant.
He sighs and closes his eyes for a second, burying his nose in the collar of his coat. Life hasn’t been too good for Max. No, you really couldn’t say that. It’s almost Christmas and he finds himself in this city loaded with so many bad and haunting memories. Monte Carlo once meant so much to him. It was the place to be. The place where he and all of his friends once wanted to end up. It was and still is the place where the most prestigious race of the most prestigious motorsport category is taking place. The Monaco Grand Prix of Formula One.
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This is multi-chapter fic and I hope to publish another chapter every second week!
