ILSE!! BODYGUARD AU?!! TELL ME MORE 🥰
CELINE!!
I said I'd never write AU's, but I had this idea in my head for a while, and after seeing this photo of Max - and staring at his bicep for way too fucking long - my mind spiraled down the Bodyguard AU again!
I've written a little part, which still makes me giggle when I read it, so I hope to finish it soon, because I'm kind of in love with the idea. Although, to be honest, I haven't figured out the plot yet.
And because it's you (💛) I'll share everything I have written so far. It's not much, but I hope you'll like it!! I, myself, love me a little bratty Lando.
As Charles walked into the room, he spotted the round table in the middle where his friends were sitting at. He pointed out to Max where he would be seated and smiled when the man nodded at him and took his stance at the wall next to the door. Beside him was another bodyguard. They greeted each other with a nod.
The Monégasque made his way over to the table and flopped down on a chair next to Pierre. He watched as the room slowly filled itself with more drivers, their bodyguards on their heels, assuming their position along the wall closest to the table they seated themselves at. It was a weird sight; tables in the middle of the room accompanied by a row of men along the walls with their hands clasped behind their back, each one dressed in a black suit.
“So, which one is yours?” Lando asked grumpily, as if he was talking about objects rather than human beings.
“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Carlos teased.
Lando let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. He decided to ignore Carlos and focused his attention on Charles instead. “So?”
Charles pointed at Max, who was currently engaged in a conversation with another bodyguard, who was, as far as Charles could see, slightly older than Max, but definitely not as broad and well-built.
“The blonde or the brunette?”
“The blonde one.”
“Of fucking course it’s the blonde one,” Lando mumbled, voice dripping with jealousy.
Charles blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Life is so unfair,” Lando whined. “Of course you get the hot one!”
“Lando, what is going on?” Carlos asked amused. “Are you not happy with your bodyguard?”
“No! Bodyguards are supposed to be these young, muscular, ridiculously hot men. But no, they have paired me with… that.” He pointed to an old and rather large man standing just a few feet from Max. His head was bald apart from a few patches of hair here and there, and the mustache on his upper lip was stained yellow because of the cigarette smoke. Lando’s face screwed up when the man coughed loudly. “He reminds me of my uncle Robert. And no one likes uncle Robert.”
“You know he’s there to keep you safe, right? Not for you to drool over.”
“Hey, if I need to be accompanied by someone twenty-four-seven, I’d rather want it to be someone who’s a sight for sore eyes and not someone who can give me bronchitis whenever he pleases. And besides that, how is he supposed to keep me safe? He can’t even take three steps without needing to catch his breath.”
Charles laughed out loud at that, and it caught Max’s attention. His blue eyes flicked over to him for a second. Then he smiled once he realized Charles was fine, and he returned his attention to the man next to him.
Even though his friend was showing his princess behavior once again, Charles agreed with him. The way Max was keeping an eye out for him, even when he wasn’t looking at him, made Charles feel safe. And yes, it was a great bonus that he was good-looking, too. This man would be by his side every minute of every day for at least the next few weeks, so Charles couldn’t be more pleased that he was paired with the handsome and strong Max Verstappen. And not to mention that he smelled incredible too, but Charles wouldn’t go into much detail about that fact. He was just very, very relieved that he wouldn’t be smothered by the smell of cigarettes in the upcoming weeks.
“I suppose you don’t want to switch with me?” Lando tried.
“Absolutely not,” Charles laughed. “I am very content with this pairing, thank you very much.”
“At least I tried,” Lando grumbled. “How old is he? Mine is around 165, give or take a few years.”
“Lando, stop being such a brat!” Carlos sighed.
“Let me be miserable. It’s my right,” Lando replied, shrugging as he did. “If I can’t have the hot one, then I am going to enjoy it through Charles.”
“He’s twenty-five,” Charles replied, remembering the information he read in Max’s profile. “He’s from Holland. Recently moved to Monaco when he switched from being a police man to becoming a bodyguard.”
“Oh, a former police man! Did he keep the handcuffs?”
“Lando!”
“What? I’ve heard the Dutch can be quite kinky in-”
“I cannot believe you just said that,” Charles groaned loudly, interrupting his younger friend before he could finish his sentence. He stomped Lando’s shoulder. “I’m going to ask Max to remove you if you don’t shut up.”
“Who needs to be removed?” A voice with a Dutch accent sang behind them.
Charles whipped around in his chair, staring at the Dutchman’s face. His mouth was set in a grin and his eyes sparkled with joy, and Charles just knew that he overheard what Lando had said. He felt his cheeks reddening at the thought, and he mentally cursed his friend and his expressive thoughts. “N-no - no-one. It’s all good.”
“Alrighty then,” Max smiled, and he winked at Charles. “I just came over to tell you I’m moving over there, in case you were looking for me.” Max pointed at the wall opposite from where he was stationed before.
“Y-yeah, okay. Thanks for telling me,” Charles said, coughing when his voice broke slightly.
“No worries.” And with the grin still plastered on his face, Max moved to the other wall, taking his place next to Lando’s bodyguard, who didn’t even spare him a glance but kept picking at something stuck between his teeth with the nail of his pinky. Charles watched as Max frowned slightly, before creating some more distance between them. He shared a look with the bodyguard known as Pierre’s, before they both smiled and locked their gazes back into the room.
“Did he just wink at you?” Pierre grinned.
“He so winked at you!” Lando exclaimed. “You lucky bastard.”
“Both of you, shut up!”
“At least it’ll be easy for him to protect you when he’s got you pinned to the bed,” Carlos laughed loudly.
Charles groaned, dropping his head onto the table and hiding his face in his arms. “You guys are the worst.”
