pairing: charles leclerc x max verstappen x cadillac!team principal!reader
summary: when charles and max finally decide that Ferrari and Redbull don’t deserve their loyalty anymore, their girlfriend is determined to give them everything they need to thrive
a/n: I’m about ready to burn Ferrari and Redbull down myself — give these fucking men good, fuctioning cars holy hell I beg of you
a/n2: Oscar’s win was written back in the first part
Masterlist | Part 1
cadillacf1
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cadillacf1: Welcome to our 2026 driver line! We’re very pleased to announce that Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc will be joining the Cadillac team from 2026 and onwards!
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user1: WHAT
↳user2: AM I DREAMING? WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW????
↳user1: IS THIS REAL?!
oscarpiastr1: ummm what is this?
landonorris: wait what?
pierregasly: charles? Is leaving? Ferrari?
↳user3: did he not mention this?
↳pierregasly: he absolutely did not
↳user3: oh my god that's legend
arthur_leclerc: what is this?? When did this happen?? Charles answer me!?! charles_leclerc
↳user4: he didn't even let his family know???
↳arthur_leclerc: NO?!?
↳user5: ok sorry king but that's hilarious
↳arthur_leclerc: it is NOT?!
alex_albon: yn maxverstappen charles_leclerc how about one of you answer your text messages???
↳user6: ngl watching the grid freak out over this announcement is helping with my own shock
↳alex_albon: thanks for enjoying our pain
user7: i just woke up and this is how i find out redbull golden boy Max Verstappen and Ferrari Prince Charles Leclerc…have left?? their teams?
↳user8: I swear to god we woke up in an alternate universe
user9: I can't even right now
↳user10: for real. I'm going back to bed
user11: ok but max and charles as teammates?? With yn as their team principal?? Sign me the fuck up
↳user12: right??? I honestly can't wait for them to actually be able to race one another equally
user13: Cadillac you have my heart right now
user14: *slides you $5* Cadillac please give us the unhinged American social media content please
↳user15: I can't wait for that!
Private Messages: the Grid (2025 Version)
Private Messages: Max, Charles, and yn
yn
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yn: preoccupied taking in the beach, sun, and sand. anything interesting happen lately?
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user16: …are you for real?
user17: she's so chill, I wanna be her when I grow up
maxverstappen: I don't think so, no. other than the sea turtle that adopted charles
↳charles_leclerc: I will miss squirtle very much
↳yn: she was very adorable
↳charles_leclerc: i have already ordered many stuffed animals to help me heal
↳yn: of course baby
↳user18: HOW ABOUT COMMENTING ON THE CADILLAC MOVE??
oscarpiastr1: soo…Cadillac huh?
↳user19: have they still not mentioned anything
↳landonorris: NO THOSE MUPPETS HAVE NOT
pierregasly: so you saw a sea turtle?
↳charles_leclerc: it came right up to me!
↳pierregasly: AND YOURE MOVING TO CADILLAC??
user20: I've got mad respect for them literally ignoring all mentions of Cadillac. We stan some messy bitches in this house liked by maxverstappen, yn, charles_leclerc
↳georgerussell63: you three will like a post but not respond to your friends?
↳maxverstappen: yeah
↳georgerussell63: I'm going to run you off the track in Australia
↳maxverstappen: you can try
user21: this is gonna be the best season ever, I can just tell
↳user22: I'm already so entertained and it's not even 2026 yet!
cadillacf1
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cadillacf1: We're here to bring some sunshine to your life — full livery tour coming soon
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user23: oh my god yellow is a banger color
↳user24: I'm so so glad it's not another black/blue nonsense — we need more COLOR
user25: max in gold?? Yes please
↳user26: I'm taking that to mean that they're gonna win gold every race
↳user27: I like that logic very much
charles_leclerc: 🌻🌟
↳user28: very descriptive! Now what made you move to Cadillac???
↳arthur_leclerc: yeah charles why'd you leave Ferrari??
↳user29: they still haven't told you???
↳arthur_leclerc: they have NOT
user30: I'm laughing at their continued lack of explanation
↳alex_albon: it's very annoying and we all wished they'd stop
↳maxverstappen: nah
↳alex_albon: max get back here and answer some questions!!
↳alex_albon: or at least pick up your phone!!!
user31: oh 2026 is gonna be a great year, I can tell
f1gossip
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f1gossip: Cadillac just posted a 2 hour video to YouTube (linked below) showing off their factory (Cadillac Automobile Plant or the CAP), their new livery (the yellow looks gorgeous), and an interview with both Max and Charles.
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user32: they look so happy!
↳user33: I've forgotten what genuine happiness looks like for them, it's been so long
user34: I'm legit like 3 hours from the CAP. I'm not saying I'm booking a tour of it for research purposes…but I'm booking a tour of it for research purposes
↳user35: you're a real one 🫡 we need to know everything for all the new fanfics being written
↳user34: submit all questions to my DMs and I'll try my best!
user35: ok but everyone at the CAP looked so happy? Is this what a functioning team looks like?
↳user36: as a previous Ferrari fan, I wouldn't know
user37: I'm loving the yellow oh my god
↳user38: I think this was the best thing to happen
user39: my favorite part was max and charles following yn around, flirting and complimenting her
↳user40: I loved how she was just blushing and flirting back
↳user41: they are for real my favorite couple ever
↳user42: you can tell how much they love and care for each other
user43: I'd forgotten what hope looks like for max and charles…yn and Cadillac please 🙏
f1gossip
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f1gossip: as the 2026 season draws closer, Cadillac's team doesn't seem worried about anything but dinner plans.
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user50: I want to have that level of nonchalance actually
↳user51: so do I. desperately
user52: you know what? I support this. they've been so stressed out the past few years — they deserve this
user53: I'm taking this to mean that they all have confidence in the team
↳user54: I mean in the interview from the CAP, they sounded completely confident
user55: testing looked good right?
↳user56: I mean yes but testing is not the end all be all of an indicator
↳user56: some teams like the mind games and will sandbag during testing to downplay their performance
↳user55: but the boys sounded so happy afterward?
↳user57: they could just be happy that they're away from redbull and Ferrari?
↳user55: true…
user58: I know Australia is only 2 weeks away but I need it now
↳user59: big mood
Bluesky
user60: she's a boss ass bitch and I love her
user61: god the tone those reporters used when asking her questions…I about crawled through the screen to punch them myself
↳user62: same. like take your misogynistic bs somewhere else please
user63: I'm going to need more people then Wheatley and Komatsu to defend her — do more then the bare minimum please
user64: worst questions asked? Go! "Do you think you're going to have more trouble dealing with drivers spats then others might?
↳user65: oh she ate with her response! "Why? Cause I'm a new principal, because I'm so young, because I'm dating the drivers, or because I'm female?"
↳user66: "why do you think you got this job over others?" "Because I'm qualified? And I was already in talks with Cadillac to be one of their drivers when my accident happened."
↳user67: "do you think there will be conflicts within the team due to your…intimate relationship?" Was a banger ngl
↳user68: "No. Because we're all adults and professionals on top of that. Capable of separating ourselves outside of the track to us on the track." The shade being thrown…👌👌
user69: I think we can all agree that yn was the winner of this weekend, regardless of how the boys do
↳user70: 100%
Bluesky
user71: they smoked everyone lordy. literally left them in the dust
↳user72: it was everything I've wanted
user73: 20 seconds??? Both them? Oh we're gonna be fed so good this year
↳user74: this is gonna be the year of Charles vs Max and I'm so so ready
↳user75: they're gonna show us how great the 2 of them actually are
user76: they sounded so relaxed on the radio? Charles was even joking???
↳user77: I didn't know they knew how to do that…
user78: ok I've been converted. I'm a Cadillac fan now
News
yn
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yn: summer break done right 💛🌼 paddle, drinks, and friends
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user79: can I join? Please?
user80: love this!
maxverstappen: let the record show that I won today
↳charles_leclerc: you did not
↳yn: well that's wrong
↳landonorris: mate I don't know what that was but it wasn't winning
↳georgerussell63: I don't think you've ever been so wrong before…
↳fernandoalo.oficial: no.
user81: so. I need to ask. did anyone ever explain why max and charles left to go to Cadillac??
↳alex_albon: no
↳user82: seriously??
↳landonorris: but the we saw them race in Australia and Japan and understood
↳user83: yeah that's fair.
Bluesky
user84: my nerves are shot. I can't watch this
↳user85: are you really gonna miss the chance to watch what is probably going to be the greatest race ever?
↳user84: no. no I guess not
user86: I’ve bittern my nails down to the quick! I don't remember a time where they were literally tied heading into the final race
↳user87: well I mean they've been trading 1st and 2nd place back forth like a hacky sack all season
user88: oh my god it's time! It's finally time!
↳user89: and as they say! It's lights out…
↳user90: …AND AWAY WE GO!
a/n3: I won’t be writing another part to this — the ending was left open on purpose. You can decide if charles wins his 1st in 2026 or that max wins his 5th.
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Summary: After many years, you finally found your soulmates, but what happens when they're in an already established relationship and you become the odd one out?
Word count: 4.7k
Tags: Female reader, established Lestappen, soulmate AU, angst, daddy issues, trust issues, max is a lil mean (he's overwhelmed), not beta read
Relationships: Lestappen x Reader
Notes: Thank you so much to the anon who sent this request! I'm sorry it took me so long to finally get to it, but I was writing it slowly. Anyways, here it is, part 2 is halfway through so let me know if you want to be tagged and what you would like to see in it! Comments and feedback are appreciated.
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You always had that emptiness of missing your soulmate. It was an uneasy feeling, not too painful, but still it was a feeling that was always lingering there, somewhere deep down. It got worse as you got older, and you saw your friends, family, everyone eventually finding their halves, falling in love, getting married.
It got particularly hard during holidays, when you’d sit around with your family and their soulmates, and you’d be all alone, wishing and praying you’d find yours.
Eventually, you’d find yourself browsing the government website where they talked about what to do if you never find your soulmate, support groups and the last resource, medicines to deal with soulmate absences. Many people lived a good, healthy life even if they never got to meet their soulmate and you started to try and make peace with the fact that you never might.
You laid awake, staring at the soulmate tattoo on your wrist. It was a monogram of your initial and the initial of your soulmate, but it only had your initial and it’d be complete the moment you and your soulmate first touched. You had looked at your parents’ tattoo many times when they weren’t looking, too busy staring lovingly into each other’s eyes to notice you.
-
You were walking the shore, it was a warm summer night, you had just watched the sunset by yourself, sitting on a bench with an ice cream cone. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and you quickly looked around trying to find the reason for that strange feeling. The pier was considerably full, people coming and going, a lot of locals and tourists, so it was hard to tell where that feeling came from. You kept walking and looking around when you stumbled into someone, hard. So hard it had you falling on your ass on the ground. You looked up to see one of the most handsome men you had ever seen.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” He said politely, offering a hand to help you up, but as soon as he pulled you up, you felt your soulmate mark tingle, and when you looked, a letter C showed up on top of your own initial, and as you looked at his wrist, both of you shocked, your initial showed up on top of his own monogram.
“Oh, my god…” You whispered, noticing his monogram wasn’t just his initial, it had another one too, an M, “What…?”
“I think… we might be soulmates…” Charles said with a startled giggle, “I’m Charles, by the way.”
You said your name back and offered a hand, exchanging a handshake and it felt good, a special kind of warmth spreading through your chest.
“I- I thought I already had found my soulmate…” Charles said, suddenly, “but…” He touched his own tattoo, “we might be a trio.”
Charles smiled as he offered his hand, and you took it, letting him guide you wherever. It didn’t matter when the feel of his touch was so soothing, so right.
Trios of soulmates aren’t common, but they’re not exactly rare. You had met a few through your lifetime, and your own grandparents from your maternal side were a trio of soulmates. Charles seemed eager, happy, and you allowed yourself to be just as giddy, he spoke fast, in a heavy accent looking like he was besides himself for having found you.
“I… I had always had this lingering feeling that something was amiss, even after I met Max, but I thought it was just my mind playing pranks on me… Oh, by the way, Max is my boyfriend and soulmate, and he’s probably yours too!” Charles was speaking a hundred words per minute and you could only smile at him, as he invited you to his car, to drive you to his boyfriends’ place, for you guys to meet because he could bet Max’s initial would join his on your soulmate mark.
When you arrived at a fancy building, Charles guiding you to the elevator, you two looked at each other. Charles was flushed and breathless, looking happy.
“Max, mon coeur!” Charles called out as he dragged you into a big apartment, your hands intertwined together.
Max was a big guy, blonde, tall and handsome and his gorgeous eyes had your breath hitching on your throat when they met yours for the first time, the same feeling of the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. He had a confused face as he came out of one of the rooms, his eyes immediately dropping to Charles’ hand around yours.
“What is this, Charles?” His face was stormy, like he was getting angry.
“She is it. She is our soulmate…” Charles said, tugging you forward, closer to Max and you could see his contempt, like he didn’t like that one bit, it made you cringe internally, wanting to look good, to leave a good impression.
“I don’t think this is right…” Max said, carefully picking his words. You could sense his hesitation but you could also see how he was being careful to not hurt Charles’ feelings.
“It is, look!” Charles showed his soulmate mark, your initial now engraved on top of the C and the M.
Charles, for his part, looked so excited that he failed to notice the tension, Max’s hesitation and you with your stomach dropping to your feet. You felt crushed, the giddiness and the happiness you had felt meeting Charles now dampened by Max’s evident displeasure with all of it.
Despite being painfully aware of Max’s dislike of the situation, for a while you thought it was just the suddenness of everything, of him being used to only Charles as a soulmate. You attributed it to him being caught by surprise.
So you gently removed your hand from Charles’ and offered it to Max in a handshake. He hesitated, taking a couple of steps back, pretending to be busy with something else. You dropped your hand back to your sides.
“It’s nice to meet you,” you said with a tentative smile, despite the weird feeling of a knot in your chest tightening, making your insecurities bloom, your eyes meeting Max’s again.
-
Slowly, you started to be included in their routine. You knew that if it were by Charles’ decision, you’d probably have moved on day one. But you needed the space to adjust to the idea, you spent so long thinking you would never find your soulmate that finding out there were two of them was a little unnerving. And also, to let Max adjust to your existence, as he seemed a little reluctant still.
So you started getting to know each other every Wednesday night, when you usually went to their places, and you ordered food and chatted about life, about childhood, family, everything and anything.
And so, Wednesday dates became twice a week, and then two dinners and a lunch, and soon, you were part of each other’s routine. An intricate routine was built as it went, your meetings, your dates, they flying you out to the places they went for pre-season.
Despite integrating into each other’s lives fairly quickly, you still were keeping a safe distance, you had not kissed or even made love yet. You knew you had to take things slow, adapt to the change as much as you wanted to jump in head first. Max was… trying. You could tell he was trying, but he had a hard time adapting to abrupt changes. Charles called you over one time, alone, to explain that Max needed some time and patience, and even when they first got together, he had a hard time adjusting to a soulmate, to feeling them, to get familiar with the person and the avalanche of emotions that came with them.
It took a couple of weeks for Max to touch you, for your soulmate marks to grow complete.
You were flying overnight with them in Max’s private plane, you, reading a book in one of the seats, Max across from you on his phone. Charles was long gone, lying on the bed inside the other room, sleeping soundly for a couple of hours, through the night flight. You could feel Max’s gaze on you every few minutes, sometimes you looked back at him with a lazy little smile. You had put on a few of your PTOs to accompany them to the first race of the year, to try and get yourself immersed a little more in what seems to be a great part of their lives.
You tried staying awake, shouldering through the pages of your book, forcing yourself to read it. But the exhaustion was slowly creeping up, the letters starting to blur.
You blinked, and when you realized, you were waking up, feeling your soulmate mark tingling slightly. You looked up, Max was carrying you, the strong scent of his cologne filling your lungs, his warmth around you as you blinked again, confused.
“Sleep now, I’m taking you to bed,” He muttered, and it was the softest you’d ever heard his voice address you as.
You didn’t say anything as you felt him place you on a soft bed, low lights as you closed your eyes, feeling Charles’ warmth again. After a little sleepy scooting, you were half asleep between both Charles and Max. Charles’ legs between yours, his cheek against your shoulder on the right side, Max to your left side, pulling a blanket on top of you three. His arm reached across you, laying on your middle and his hand landing on Charles, like he wanted to feel both of you in your arms. Before fully falling asleep, you stared at his wrist, your initial finally joining his and Charles’ on his skin.
With a soft smile, you felt the happiest you’d ever felt, cocooned between the two loves of your life, relaxed as you fell asleep.
When you woke up again, a few hours later, Max wasn’t in bed, he was back at his seat, talking on his phone, while Charles was awake beside you, lazily doom scrolling, his legs still tangled with yours.
“Slept well, mon coeur?” He asked as he noticed you waking up.
“Yeah, I did…” You mumbled, rubbing your face, “Did Max sleep?”
“Yes, for a couple of hours. He doesn’t sleep much during flights. Why?”
“Did you see?” You whispered, almost giddy as you raised your hand to show him your wrist, mark now complete as Max finally touched you. Charles smiled softly, pulling your hand and placing a gentle kiss to your soulmate mark.
“See? He’s warming up…” Charles whispered back, eyes shining.
When you arrived in Australia, going straight to the hotel, smiling with Charles as Max made the check-in, your stomach dropped when the receptionist talked about “Two rooms”, not just one for you three. You gulped as Max gave you one of the keys, took the other one as he took Charles’ hand in his.
Your eyes dropped to their hands, and when your gaze met Charles’ he knew, you could see the same hurt in his eyes as in yours. You followed them into the elevator, and your room was right beside theirs. With a lump in your throat, you didn’t trust yourself to look at them one last time before entering, so you just didn’t, the first tears falling down your cheeks as the door clicked shut behind you.
After a quick shower, you sat in bed, wrapped in a robe telling yourself that this was fine. You’ve met them only a couple of months before, it was natural that they’d take time to adjust to you. Despite reading and hearing all about things like once you meet your soulmate, you never want to be apart from them, nor them from you.
It’s fine, you whispered to yourself again.
Around an hour later, Charles texted you to get ready for breakfast, and the puffy of your eyes was long gone as you dressed in a casual little dress and went downstairs to the restaurant to meet them.
Both were already there as you joined, walking towards them, you noticed how they checked you out, and that was almost enough to forget the fact you weren’t sharing a room with them, you chatted some more over breakfast. Despite Max being still slightly distant, you could see he was trying. Trying to talk to you, actively listening to your answers, joining in conversation.
Later that day, they ended up having to go to media day, which they asked if you wanted to go with. They said there wasn’t much going on, and for that exact reason you decided to go, it’d be better to get around the paddock on a day that it wasn’t full of people.
They showed you around, and that moment Max was slightly more talkative than he’d ever been, probably because it was a comfortable subject for him, talking about racing, about cars and tracks. You loved hearing him explain, talk about his passion, what he did on the daily and his routine there.
At some point, Charles left to record something with his team, but you and Max barely noticed his absence as you listened to the champion talking. Then, someone found you two and said Max had to go.
Max left you at the hospitality.
“Will you be okay here?” He asked, reaching into his pocket.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. If anything happens I’ll text you or Charles,” You said, and he held up your paddock passes, gently placing the string around your neck.
“If anything happens, you can go back to my room. You remember how to get there?” Max said, pulling your hair atop the strings of the passes.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Thank you, Max.” You whispered with a soft smile and he nodded, seemingly hesitating to hug you or something like that. You watched as he stepped back and went with the team person.
You ate, drank and opened your ipad to do some work, sitting in a far corner of the hospitality room, hoping the headphones would tune out the loud noises of the paddock.
Charles found you first after a couple of hours, he crouched before you, hands on your knees, looking soft.
“Tired of waiting?”
“I’m okay,” You said, reaching for him, gently brushing his hair that was out of place.
“Do you want to go back to the hotel? We might take longer here…” He offered, and you hesitated, despite wanting to stay, you were still somewhat sleepy from the overnight flight.
“I guess I could use a nap, and I might need to go shopping. I didn’t bring many weather appropriate clothes.”
Charles had a driver take you back to the hotel, after a short nap, you went out in the city to buy some clothes for the following days. During your shopping spree, you ended up going to a salon to do your nails, and on a whim, you decided a change would do you good and the boys might appreciate it, and you had the hair stylist darken your hair, and you chopped it off, shoulder length, a cool and fresh haircut.
When you arrived at the track, Charles was the first to greet you, a gentle smile as addressed your new look.
“Oh? Changed your hair? It looks nice, it’s so pretty.”
“Thank you, I thought it was about time I tried something new…” You preened under his praise, turning to Max, hoping to please him somehow.
“You look good,” He said with a little smile while Charles rolled a strand of your hair on his finger, softly feeling its texture.
You don’t tell them you did it to somewhat look more like Charles, to get Max to like you. And the way their eyes lingered softly on you… it meant something. Something that had you feeling a nice little warmth in the pit of your stomach.
Over a couple of days, you three grew more comfortable around each other, especially as you were the one coming into an already established relationship. So you really wanted them to naturally grow easier around you, you didn’t push, but every morning you had breakfast together and dinner too. You liked it, the routine, the softness of easy conversations about life, learning more about theirs, making plans for the future.
That same weekend, the race was… bad. Really bad for both of them, but especially for Max. Charles had started P5 and unfortunately ended P7. But Max… Had started P2 and due to a couple of race incidents and one 10 second penalty, ended up P13. According to what you heard from the race commentary it was his first actual bad race in quite some time. And you could see in his eyes the way he was fuming post-race.
During their post race commitments, you stayed out of their way, you knew they’d have press and meeting with their team, so you stayed at the Ferrari hospitality, grabbed a bite while you researched some way to help their de-stress later, maybe a swim in the hotel pool, or just soaking in the big jacuzzi in their hotel room.
After a couple of grueling hours, you decided to go find Charles first, since he’d probably be in a slightly better place mentally than Max. You went to his little room, but he wasn’t there. A helpful member of the staff said he had gone to see Max, and suggested you went there too.
You made your way through the maze of people towards them, grabbing a couple of small chocolates to give them. Charles had mentioned once that a little sweet treat would always lift their moods after a tough day.
As you arrived at his room, you could hear their voices through the thin walls, and it took you a few steps to notice they seemed to be arguing. You stopped before you could make your presence known, standing behind the door.
“-Look, I know you’re frustrated, the race today was fucking nuts…” Charles started, apparently trying to calm down Max.
“All of this sucks. But you don’t understand… because you’re you…” Max replied, still agitated, “You are kind and welcoming, but this is not cool with me, okay?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t do changes like you, Charlie…” Max sighed, seemingly unable to put into words whatever was plaguing him, “I feel so… I don’t know. I just hate that my car changed, that I’m battling it as much as I’m battling other drivers week in, week out. You’re also changed, Charlie, and I’m- here. And there’s…” Max’s voice died for a moment, and he whispered your name. The sound of it, the contempt in his voice… it had you rooted to the spot.
“What about her?” Charles asked, his voice almost shaky, as if he knew exactly where this was going.
“It was better before!” Max snapped, his voice an octave higher because of the outburst.
You froze, the weight of his words landing right on your chest like a deep, dark blow. Dread filling your lungs and aching like acid as you held onto the wall.
“You don’t mean it,” Charles whispered, sounding disappointed.
“It was, you know that! N-now because of her, we have to rearrange our schedules, and adjust our whole lives to fit her. When it was perfect the way it was before!”
“Don’t say that, Max,” Charles muttered, sounding hurt, “that’s awful.”
“Don’t pretend like this isn’t a lot of change for us, Charlie. We have the same life, we travel the same places, we are almost always in the same time zone, the same bed, face to face. She is not from this life. And now we have to stretch our already packed schedule and life to accommodate her. Do you think this is fair to me?”
Silence. A silence that spoke volumes, a consenting confirmation that Charles probably felt the same. That all your trying, all your efforts amounted to nothing in the grand scheme of things. You were just you and they were Max & Charles, 2-in-1, soulmates, halves of a whole. There was no space for you, there was never another spot available in their midst, in their bed. You were always set to fail, to be the stranger in their relationship.
You stepped away from the room, unable to put yourself through hearing more, walking aimlessly through the paddock. That had been enough for your heart to take, to understand its place in all of this. Even in their lives, there would never be any space for you. You’d never mean to Charles the same as Max, and you’d never mean to Max the same as Charles.
Trying not to cry, you swallowed the thick, painful lump in your throat, eyes red as you fought the tears, to not pull any unwanted attention to yourself as you blended with your surroundings.
You were like one of those sad soulmates stories you had read in forums on the internet, the loose string that would never fit with their counterparts. They could even love you as any soulmates did, but did they like you?
How long had you walked aimlessly? You didn’t know, but eventually, you heard your name being called by Charles, and you turned in time to see them waving you over. Max seemed moody, still, but slightly calmer, controlled.
“We were looking for you,” Charles said with a soft smile, one that made you break a bit more inside.
“I was a bit lost…” You said, unable to hide the redness in your eyes and nose.
“Are you okay?” Charles asked, and that caught Max attention, who stared at you more attentively.
“Yeah… just sleepy, I guess.” You lied, which they seemed to buy.
You three ended up going back to Monte Carlo a couple of hours later, both of them not finding any reason to stay there any longer. You kept quiet and distant most of the time. You sat in your seat, trying to read a book but your mind was elsewhere. Your mind was in the decision to make knowing you’re not wanted somewhere and make yourself scarce.
“Hey,” Charles said, and you looked up at him, “We’re going to bed to catch some sleep,” He pointed towards the small room with the big bed you three had slept on, on the way there, Max had changed from his t-shirt into a fluffy sweater, “Wanna come?”
You shook your head softly, “Let me just go through some more of my book. I’ll join you later, okay?”
He nodded, a gentle squeeze to your shoulder as he went to bed. You watched over your book when he joined Max on the bed, both of them cuddling softly, whispering things you couldn’t hear, intimacy you weren’t privy to.
The odd one out.
You stared at them for a few minutes as they fell asleep, Charles’ face tucked into Max’s neck, his arm around the monegasque, pulling him flush to his side. A blanket pulled up to their waists, cocooning them in warmth and affection. Sharing something you would never be part of.
Your eyes watered as you looked away, trying to tune out the ugly envy that wanted to rip through your chest and flood you. Because you wanted that, so much that the knowledge you won’t have any of it, made your chest constrict in tiny little pieces. The tears fell down after the first hour of their sleep, a sob ripped through your chest but you quickly covered it with your balled up coat, trying to breathe through it, to tone it down. You cried silently for the next few hours, trying to force yourself to stop, but every time you remembered Max’s words, a fresh wave of tears came over you.
Eventually, before sunrise, you managed to go to the bathroom and pull yourself together just enough to let the swelling in your face go down. You managed a nap in the reclined seat, never daring yourself to go to bed with them, despite how much you wanted it.
You woke up with Max touching your arm to wake you up, saying something about putting the seat belt to land. You walked with them quietly to the car, letting them sit together in the back seat while you went to the passenger seat. Max noticed, but he didn’t say anything as Charles sat down beside him, leaning against his shoulder.
You met his eyes through the rearview mirror, looking away after a second.
Whispering, you told the driver the address to your place.
“You’re not coming with us?” Max asked, and you just shook your head.
“I have some work things to fix.” You lied, not looking back at him.
It worked differently with trios. If the three parts were apart from each other, then they all would suffer those symptoms. But if two out of three were together, it didn’t matter much. The two would still feel the lingering absence of their third but they could ultimately live a comfortable, happy life. Your own grandparents, back in the day when Grandpa Joe passed away unexpectedly, your Grandma Everly and Grandpa Harold still managed to live together comfortably despite feeling the absence of their third.
So in a way, you knew Charles and Max would be fine without you.
You, on the other hand, would take the worst of the pain.
And you were already feeling it, the shake of your hands as you stepped out of the car, quietly. Unnoticed. There was a tight knot coiled in your chest, and as they drove away and you went back home, you could feel it about to snap. You held back as best as you could because you knew the moment you got home it would snap. And break you forever.
And break you it did.
The moment you walked inside your place and the door was safely locked, your first sob ripped through your throat like a thunder, and you allowed your legs to wobble until you slid your back down the wall, until you were nothing but a pool of tears and heartbreak.
It’s a complicated thing, this feeling, this urge to be with them bellied your need to make them happy. But the knowledge that they were happy before you… without you… it stung. And if that was the way to make them happy, you’d do it and bear the short end of the deal. You’d take the pain if it made them happy.
That alone was enough to ease the burning pain in your chest.
So you pulled away.
Forty minutes later, Charles texted you wanting to know if you were still coming over for dinner as you had mentioned in passing during the trip. You lied, telling him you had a family problem to solve. Charles, bless his heart, got worried and offered help. You lied some more saying it wasn’t a big deal.
That’s how you started pulling away, the race two weeks later you had agreed to come, you canceled, saying you had work piled up and you’d have to stay back.
You progressively reduced texting with Charles, deciding to go slow, weaning, so he wouldn’t notice. His calls grew shorter and far between. The wave of heat and comfort you felt hearing their voices, seeing their faces made it worse when you had to hang up the call.
The pain got worse as you stopped talking with them. Your chest would hurt, a pointed pain that came in waves and made your hand press into your chest in a soothing massage.
The less you spoke with them, the pain grew to the point you had to find a doctor. A soulmate doctor who you told you lost your soulmate. Initially she prescribed heart medication, a pill you’d take every morning to ease the aching in your heart. She said that if at any point the pain got worse than the pills could prevent, you’d have to change to the medicine implant.
Soulmates were a complex thing, many times each case bringing complexities of their own, but overall, treatable. The medicine would considerably ease the pain to a liveable point. The depths of their absence will become something manageable, something you’d learn to live with.
edit: guys, everyone asking to be tagged in the comments, will be tagged! just letting y’all know bc I won’t have time to reply to everyone!
dunno why but I'd like to read jealous!Charles + possessive!Charles or jealous!possessive!max x reader smut
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Greek Gods
Max Verstappen x Reader x Charles Leclerc
warnings + a/n: just 1466 words of pure pure smut. there's a little plot? kudos if you find it, tbh lmk. threesome, handjob, blowjob, doggy style, breeding kink (like really massive lol), lactation kink (kinda?), losing consciousness after sex, dirty dirty filthy talk, pussy eating, inaccurate french and dutch words (idk man i used google translate sue me) it's 3am man, dont come for me with grammatical errors and typos, indulge hornily
It was a bright and sunny day in Monaco. After a few gloomy days, the drivers wanted to make the most out of their break. This leads to a little barbeque at George's backyard. You've always loved the summer and grabbed every oppurtunity to wear the most summery dresses you could find.
The party was the perfect excuse to show off the adorable lemon-print flowy dress you'd got. You hadn't tried it on while buying so it was your first time trying it on. It was a size smaller than you'd usually go for and it hugged your boobs and waist a little tighter. But you didn't pay much attention to it and went to check on your boyfriends.
Charles looked handsome in a baby blue linen shirt and a pair of shorts. He was doing his hair and you sneaked up behind him to give a kiss. "Bonjour ma belle. You look pretty" He commented turning to kiss you properly. "Hm. Merci amour. Where's Max?" You questioned looking around for your favorite Dutch. "He's feeding Jimmy and Sassy. Give him a kiss for me. I'll be out in a minute." You hopped out happily and made your way to Max.
He was on the floor, playing with Sassy as Jimmy nibbled at the food in his palm. He looked up at you and smiled. You sat down next to him and just laid your head on his shoulder, soaking in the calmness. Soon you were out of the house and on your way to the party.
Everything about the party was good. The food, the company and the atmosphere. You were deep in conversation with Carmen and George, when you felt an arm snake on your waist. In the blink of an eye, both of your boyfriends stood next to you like guard dogs. They remained idle for a few minutes as you continued your conversation. Then they excused themselves along with you and dragged you into the house, claiming an emergency.
They hardly waited a moment when you entered the little guest bedroom before throwing you on the bed. You were confused at the sudden action. "Guys what's going on?" You barey got it out before Charles started kissing your neck.
"Baby, while Charlie and I love you and your body, we don't appreciate other assholes staring at what's ours." Max explained, kissing you gently. "Who was staring?" You whispered. "Everyone. Have you looked in the mirror today bebe? You look like a fucking goddess in this dress. Everybody wants what's ours huh?" Charles complimented you as he undid the ropes on your dress. Letting it slip down your boobs, leaving you in your floral lingerie you were saving for later. Your boyfriends groaned at the sight and didn't waste any time before getting to work kissing your neck and sucking your nipples.
You moaned and squirmed at the sensation. Max got between your thighs. pulled your panties down and got to work immediately. He sucked and played with your clit, while Charles sucked hard on your collarbone, making sure to leave a mark that shows who you belong to. The room echoed with lewd sounds of Max eating you out like a starving man. Charles joined in and entered a finger that your pussy welcomed with open lips.
They worked together like a well-oiled machine. Bringing you closer to your orgasm and just when you were ready to follow the light, letting it fade. It continued for a bit before you finally had enough and yanked Max's hair pulling him closer to your pussy, signalling you were done playing.
The pair were more than happy to oblige. With the swirl of Max's tongue inside your pussy along with Charles' clit play, you came hard and fast. Before you could catch your breath, your body was inching towards the second orgasm, this one being more powerful than the previous one. You shook and convulsed on the bed as you squirted all over the two men who looked up at you with adoration.
"Fuck me, look at the art you've made on his face, ma biche" Charles awed at your cum flowing down Max's face and his fingers. If death were to knock on his door right now, he'd welcome it a satisfied man. Max was quick to bring him out of his peaceful bliss, kissing the monegasque hard and heavy. You found this as your cue to get revenge for all the edging. Max's shorts showed little resistance to your daity fingers. You started palming his hard and throbbing cock while he continued to assault Charles' face. The room was filled with lewd wet noises and a mix of French and Dutch cusses.
You eventually managed to get the Dutchman naked and licked a stripe along the base of his shaft. "Come on baby, don't let Charlie just watch. Lie down with your ass up." You heard him say, while jerking off Charles and getting him ready for you. You got to the edge of the bed and laid down with your ass shaking in the air. You were so incredibly turned on, you could've cummed from the mere air blowing in the room. God, did having two Greek Gods for boyfriend really do a number on your sex drive. You cannot imagine a scenario or place where you wouldn't let them take you, or drop to your knees and start sucking on their cocks at the same time, like a starving whore.
You felt Charles' cock nudge and rim around your pussy. He could see how wet and swollen you were, but the little shit wanted to take his sweet time getting in you. You were about to scream from how hot and bothered you were, but Max didn't give you a chance as he got in front of you and shoved his cock in your mouth, at the same time when Charles pushed in you. You barely had a chance to adjust before they both started rocking in and out of you. You really wished you could record the noises that crept out of your mouths, for lonely nights away from your boyfriends. No audio porn could come close to this.
Charles slapped your ass, "Notre petite salope, just whoring out those pretty tits in front of everyone, huh? God baby, you want us to make them even bigger. Maybe fill it with milk? What do you say, Max?" He laughed and looked at his boyfriend, who seemed to be sharing his thought. "Fuck yes, Charles. Make her mama, put a baby in her. Let her walk in front of everyone showing who she belongs to. Isn't that what you want, lieve? Do you want Charlie to fuck a baby in your womb? Maybe I should fuck you after, so it realy sticks" Max could feel your close with the way you're choking around him. He simply pulls you close by your hair. Charles sneaks a finger down and pushes you to your limit. You cum around Charles while Max cums in your mouth. You swallow his seed along with your moans. Charles was close to follow, spilling ropes of hot white cum in your womb. He was a man with a mission, not stopping even after all his cum was in you. He kept going, making sure that he really got his seed in your womb. He pulled out a bit later and felt on the bed, utterly exhausted. Max pulled out of your mouth and just kneeled on the floor, you couldn't even move from the position they fucked you in. You were all hazy and fucked out. You could vaguely remember seeing Max cradle your face before blacking out.
When you opened your eyes again, you were fully clothed. Your hair look put together and your dress was tied back up. You panicked thinking the whole thing was just a hyper-realistic wet dream. But when you snaked your hand under your dress and directly came into contact with your still wet pussy, you sighed a breath of relief. You quickly checked yourself in the mirror and walked out to the party. You spotted Charles and Max with Lando laughing about something with beers in their hands. "Hey baby, glad to have you back" Charles pulled you next to him. "Hope you feel better, sun strokes are no joke. They really fuck you up" Lando genuinely seemed concerened for you. You assured him politely and moved to grab a drink. You could feel your boyfriends smirking behind you. Max's subtle brush on your ass when you moved meant, they weren't done with you yet. You could only hope that it would be as good as the session you just had. It's a given tho, with your two horny Greek God boyfriends.
cw: smut/pwp, threesome, enthusiastic consent, breast play, fingering, doggy style, oral sex (charles receiving),
you didn't expect for this to happen. when you fell in love with charles leclerc, you didn't expect to end up in max verstappen's orbit. you knew that you'd be in the spotlight regardless. the prince of monaco, it would be impossible not to have your face in the tabloids.
while you were on charles' arm at events, smiling up at him with love in your chest, you could feel the heated gaze of max's blue eyes on you. your world became of green and blue, lingering gazes of your boyfriend and the rival he held dear. it was only a matter of time before it all came to a head. when you ended up in the sheets with the prince of monaco and the lion of the netherlands.
this was a position many would die for. in between two and three of the dutch grand prix, they both had their eyes on something different. while the trophies were nice, but they'd end up in storage and long forgotten. but you were fresh like summer fruit, perfect to put between their teeth.
"i see how you eye her, mate." charles said as he leaned against the back wall, a cigarette between his fingers, "i think you should be more subtle. or people will talk."
max took the cigarette from him and took a drag, "then stop dressing her in outfits that make the whole garage stop and stare.
"she dressed herself. she's been hoping to catch your eye. we've been thinking. a week away. you, me and her. something to keep us busy."
max took another drag and chuckled, hidden from the eyes of the press. he went over to charles and grabbed him by the chin, their gazes remained leveled with one another. he chuckled, "are you whoring out your girlfriend to me, mate?"
"it's not whoring out if we all want it."
it came about weeks later, a break in the season. not a long one like the full summer break. but enough that the two men could spend hours being in bed with you. it was in a hotel outside of austin. where you really felt the heat of the texan sun. it was a small place, a little shady, but you paid in cash and the bed with big. not too many questions were asked, they didn't even ask for your passport. they simply took the cash and handed you a key. and once the door to the room was closed, you felt hands coming from behind to unbutton your shirt.
you looked over your shoulder and saw max's gaze on you and when you looked back, you felt your boyfriend's front against you. charles was getting your jeans off. there really was no time like the present.
"insatiable." you sighed as you aided max getting your shirt off.
"we've waited long enough." charles said as he pulled your shorts down to your ankles. you moaned a little as he rubbed your cunt over your cotton panties. but the noises didn't last long as max captured your lips in his.
you aided them to get you naked and eventually ended up on the squeaky mattress. both men looked down at you and you swallowed a little. you tried to turn your body in a way to hide even an inch of skin. but charles stop you as he climbed into bed with you. he kicked his socks off as he pinned your wrists to the bed.
"no hiding for us, beautiful. you made a promise to be good for us." his voice was heat in your brain as you started to pull at his t-shirt, but max was close by helping him get it off. eventually the two men were stripped naked. expensive shirts were tossed to the ground. charles calvin klein's were over the edge of the bed. the covers were rough and unlike the soft bedding back in monaco. but this would have to do given the circumstances.
the three of you naked with each man on either side of you. their hands roamed your figure. max even went as far as to pinch the softness in your stomach before he pulled you in for a kiss. he tilted your head back to get access to your lips while charles' mouth was on your breasts. his tongue dragged across your nipples.
"she has the prettiest lips." max said as he held you throat gently.
"you should feel her breasts. she's perfectly soft, it's like heavy. she's flexible and is able to take cock like a champion." he chuckled. as he continued to silently worshiping your breasts. leaving wet kisses and small bites across the skin as max kissed you deeply. it all felt so good for you.
when they were done caressing you with kisses, you ended up on your hands and knees in front of charles' cock. your boyfriend was propped against the headboard.
charles grabbed a condom from a new box he kept in the nightstand and tossed it to max, "you're a good friend, max. but, i'm not letting you get that close to her."
max nodded before he put it on. he was on his heels and his cock in one hand while he got the condom over his length. your bare, wet cunt was enticing to him. he said, "it feels like i've lucked out quite a bit."
the other man replied, "yes you are. i don't get too angry about not getting podium sometimes because i know she'll let me do anything to make myself feel better."
max looked down at your bareback, "anything' huh?" that was curious to him.
charles' combed his fingers through your hair, you could feel his rings against your scalp as he looked at you with those dazzling green eyes. he said softly, "you're going to be good for our guest tonight? be good for our world champion." he chuckled before he pressed your mouth up against his cock.
you happily accepted it into your mouth and moaned loudly when max pushed his cock deep inside of you. max's eyes went wide for a moment of how sweet your pussy felt.
oh my god.
charles noticed and chuckled, "yeah. she feels good doesn't she." he looked down at you, "she's a real piece of work. i'm thankful that she is mine."
"except for tonight."
charles replied, "don't get too attached, max. you can have any woman you want." and looked down at you. he stroked your cheek, call it a little possessive but who would want to constantly share their slice of paradise. you continued to suck him off.
max started to work his hips against yours. he watched how you moved under him. the sight of his rival and you in front of him was painfully hot.
your sweet noises came from your lips and were muffled by charles' cock inside of you. the three of you moved together. you were getting it from all angles. letting these men have their way with you. it was all consensual, but it did feel dirty.
"do you like that?" charles asked as he gripped your hair.
you nodded rapidly and could feel your lover's cock in your throat. he was quite big, even after all the time together to take him in your mouth was a little bit of a struggle.
charles took your mouth off of him and jerked his cock rapdily, "use your words, my love. tell max and i how you feel."
you whined, "please, charles. max! it feels so good. like nothing else." you arched your back a little and moaned before your lover grabbed your by the back of your head and onto his cock once more.
the three of you moved in a steady pattern, the bed squeaked under you and the covers were rough against your knees and chest. this little motel in texas where no one asked questions was your little getaway for the night.
to run the course of your sexual fever as both men stayed inside of you. it felt so good. it made you drool in more ways than one as you felt max's cock nudge inside of your slick pussy and charles' cock up into your throat.
you held onto his strong thighs and moaned against his cock. max's cock in your pussy was making you feel a deep lust in your gut. he was similar size to charles, but his methods of fucking were much different. charles fucked like an inferno while max fucked with more methodical movements. regardless your head was spinning from it all.
to be between these two men, some of the toughest rivals in a long time. it made you hot all over, you loved charles but to spend a night with max as well added something that made you feel painfully turned on.
"she's beautiful. where did you find her?" max asked as his pace became a little more erratic. he was trying to chase the high of pleasure.
charles chuckled a little. his hand in your hair, "that's a secret, max." he rocked further up into your throat and could feel the heat seep into his blood.
max would give a lot for a woman like you, even outside of the bedroom he was captivated by you. how you giggled and smiled at the paddock, your knowledge of cars.
you whined a little bit and arched your back as you felt it all zip through your body. you felt alive between the two men and it made both of them very pleased. you were enjoying this despite working so hard to make them finish. you were a perfect woman.
max gave it a few more heavy thrusts before you came quickly around his cock which only made him push further into you. it was ticking all the boxes in his sexual depraved head. his chest against your back with your hips tilted to get the perfect angle for his heavy thrusts.
"please tell me where you got her, charles." max sputtered as he felt the draw of orgasm pull through him as he looked up at his longtime friend, "raya? snapchat? through a friend? does she have a sister?"
charles chuckled and patted his friend on the cheek, "that's a secret, max." he licked his lips, those green eyes gleamed with mischief. he wouldn't give away the secrets of how you met charles. it was too much of a funny story for the bedroom, plus charles may like it whe max is a little desperate.
max held onto you as tight as he could, almost bruising the skin. he finished inside of you and made the pleasure curl through both of your bodies. it was all so much for him but it felt good even while using a condom. it briefly made him wonder if he could ever try it bare with you. to get a better feeling of you sweet pussy.
"now help me out." charles said as you continued to suck him off. he almost felt the wind out of his gut as he felt max also lick his cock in the parts you couldn't reach without deep throating his cock too much. his choked out a groan before he came down your throat and you swallowed it eagerly.
charles looked down at the both of you and it excited him. to see his loving girlfriend and also his rival by his bare cock. he tried to shift off the bed to get settled for the night. but you held his hips to the bed.
you looked over at max and chuckled. you were still in a post-climax haze, "i think we should thank charles for tonight." then giggled at max.
max licked his lips and said, "of course. you take his cock, i'll take his mouth." which made heat rise to charles' cheeks as he was moved from the headboard.
everyone was going to get theirs tonight. charles only worry was, that he might have created a sexual monster out of you and max. and that tonight wouldn't be the last time this happened <3
Max knows he shouldn't, but he knew how good Charles' lips both felt and tasted. Just one kiss wouldn't hurt, right?
He leaned over to kiss Charles softly after he had buckled his seatbelt. He knew he should pull back again, but it felt so good, especially when Charles kissed him back.
They had a rule, but both Charles and Max were rule breakers. Besides, the adrenaline of getting caught, getting photographed, and sharing with the public was to die for.
"Max, stop it. I'm getting hard," Charles whined, pushing Max away slightly, but he didn't stop his eyes from lingering on his lips, "And she'll get mad"
"Isn't it just a little bit exciting, hm?" Max asked softly, biting his bottom lip as his eyes were on Charles' lips.
Charles sighed, "You know it is, but you also know how she gets when she's mad," It was Max's turn to sigh softly, leaning back into his seat.
"Let's just hope no one saw us and took pictures," Max said, squeezing Charles' thigh softly as they slowly started driving again.
When they got home, it was late. They had purposely tried staying out as long as they could, hoping she was asleep by the time.
"Did you purposely stay out late?" She asked, looking up from her book once they entered the bedroom.
"No," They both said in sync, causing her to sigh.
"I thought I made the rules very clear," She said as she closed the book and put it on the bedside table.
"You did," Charles said softly, his head hanging slightly.
"So, tell me why I've just seen a picture of the two of you kissing," They both kept quiet "Who initiated it?" They kept quiet again, "I'm putting a sex ban up if you don't tell me"
"Max did," Charles quickly said after her words.
Max turned his head sharply to look annoyed at Charles. He regretted turning his head back to her the moment he saw her sharp eyes, "Yes, I did," He quickly confessed.
"Get naked. Both of you," She said as she stood up from the bed, "Charles, by the headboard"
They both quickly got naked, Charles sitting up against the headboard, Max sitting on his knees between Charles's legs, back turned against him.
"Take the lube," She said towards Charles, who just looked at her with wide eyes.
"Y-you want me to do it?" Charles stuttered slightly. She knew he hated it, he usually took rather than gave.
"You kissed him back, didn't you?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
He nodded softly, reaching for the drawer in the bedside table, taking the lube bottle out.
Max leaned forward, positioning himself for Charles as she softly sat on the edge of the bed in front of the Dutchman, his eyes droopy as he looked up at her, Charles opening the bottle.
Charles' hand shook slightly as he tried warming the lube up between his fingers, pressing them against Max's hole softly, smearing it around his rim to relax him.
She knew this would torture them both. Charles wasn't experienced in fingering- he'd be tortured by him not pleasing Max enough, and Max would get tortured because he didn't get enough pleasure.
Max moaned softly as Charles slowly pushed his finger into him, his back arching slightly.
Charles slowly started moving his finger, Max hiding his face in the crook of his arm, Charles' free hand on Max's hip, just so he had something to hold onto.
"Look at me," She said, tugging at Max's hair to make him look up at her, a whine coming from his lips.
Charles softly pushed a second finger into Max, giving him time to adjust before slowly moving his fingers again.
"You know why I'm doing this, right?" She asked softly, her hand tight in his hair.
Max whimpered, unsuccessfully getting words out, settling with a soft nod "Good. So you're not as stupid as you look right now," She sighed as Charles slowly pulled his fingers out, having stretched Max out enough.
"Turn around," She said as she let go of Max's hair, standing up from the bed and walked over to the closet.
She walked back with the strap on her hands, pulling Max back by his throat softly as he was kissing Charles.
"Did I say you could kiss, hm?" She asked, pulling Max down the bed so he was leveled with Charles' dick.
"No. I'm sorry," Max apologised, whimpering as she let go of his throat.
"That's what I thought," She said, putting the strap-on on tortuously slow, both men whining at how slow she was.
She got back onto the bed on her knees, pulling Max's hips up into the air. She retrieved the lube bottle from the bed, pouring some onto her hand, smearing it all over the dildo.
One of her hands was on Max's hip, the other around the base of the dildo, slowly guiding herself into him, pushing soft and slow, giving him time to adjust along the way.
Max moaned softly once she had pushed all the way in, his forehead resting against Charles' thigh.
She slowly began moving as he had adjusted, her hand in his hair, moving his head to hover over Charles "Come on, baby. I know you can multitask"
He slowly slid his mouth down onto Charles's dick, humming at the taste, drawing a soft moan out of the Monogasque.
She slid her hand out of Max's hair and back down to his hip, making space for Charles' hand.
Charles slowly moved Max's head by himself while she sped up her hips slightly. Her motions drew out soft sounds from Max, making them go through all of Charles' body, making him moan softly.
She raised her hand, spanking Max softly, causing him to let out a yelp, mumbled around Charles' dick in his mouth.
Charles started moaning louder as he bucked his hips up into Max's mouth, moving him faster, indicating he was close.
She slapped Charles' hand, removing Max's mouth off of him. Charles whined at the loss of warmth from Max's mouth and his orgasm being denied.
"I think you're forgetting you're getting punished too, Charles," She panted softly, her hips snapping faster against Max's, now free to moan as he wanted, and he did not disappoint.
Max let out a string of slurred curses, both in English and Dutch, his hands gripping tightly at Charles' thighs.
"I'm sorry, just… Please, let me come," Charles whined in a beg, his hips twitching slightly.
"When you're asking so nicely," She nodded, let him take over again, not even caring it was too easy to just beg, but he didn't think about it twice.
He immediately moved Max's head fast again, moving his hips up into his mouth, meeting him half-way.
She moved her hips faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with Charles' desperate moans.
It didn't take long for Charles to come without warning, filling Max's mouth with his cum.
She put one of her hands back into Max's hair, pulling him off to let him swallow "Keep going," Charles whined as Max's mouth wrapped around him again "Isn't that what you wanted, baby? I'm just giving you what you asked for," She chuckled sarcastically.
"Please. Too much," Charles whined as the overstimulation quickly took over, barely letting himself get soft before he got hard again, her hand moving Max's head at the same speed as her hips went.
She snaked her free hand in front of Max, wrapping her hand around his neglected dick, stroking him slowly.
Charles quickly came again, the oversimulation too much for him, his whole body shaking slightly as his hands fisted in the sheets beneath him, hips bucking up into Max's mouth, filling him once again.
She pulled dMax's mouth off of him, not forcing him to go back again after he swallowed, thinking Charles had gotten what he deserved.
The hand that was previously in Max's hair was now on his ass, spanking him repeatedly. Not hard, but enough to leave imprints of her hand.
The feeling of her fast hips and her hand around his dick, added with her spanking made Max's moans impossibly loud, and pulled him close to his orgasm, pre-cum leaking from him and onto her hand as well as the already white sheets.
The pleas he tried letting out were drowned in his sounds as he settled for coming without warning, covering her hand and sheets as his body shook rapidly, legs and arms almost giving out if she hadn't held him up.
She gradually slowed her hips down, slowly helping him down from his high before eventually pulling out of him entirely, leaving him feeling empty as he laid in his own cum, head restinf on Charles' sweaty thigh.
She pulled the strap-on off and left it on the floor before she went to the bathroom, coming back with a cloth to clean both of them up, making sure to be careful not to hurt either of them.
"And what did we learn from today, hm?" She asked softly, kissing Max's forehead, as he was spooned by Charles under the now clean sheets.
"Don't kiss in public and get caught," He mumbled, pressing himself back into Charles' chest as she went under the sheets as well, moving herself closer to the two whom was already close to falling asleep.
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader x Charles Leclerc
Summery: After a brutal NASCAR season and ten months apart, you come home to Max and Charles — but the distance has made you feel like the odd one out. You’re caught between love and loneliness, trying to fit into a world that feels like theirs, not yours. When you finally break down on a rain-soaked rooftop, all the unspoken fears spill out: the fear of losing them, the ache of feeling invisible. But love doesn’t give up that easily. Through tears, confessions, and a quiet promise, you find your way back — imperfect, fragile, but real.
Standard disclaimer: I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may found is on tumblr or A03 under the same name. This is all fake. It does not reflect real people, real events or their actual actions or relationships. May contain google translated languages.
A/N: Surprise! Enjoy this 7k monster!
The sun had already dipped below the horizon, but the roar of engines kept the desert alive, a relentless pulse beneath the floodlights. You gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, heart pounding in sync with the thundering V8 beneath you. Your visor fogged slightly from the heat and adrenaline, but you didn’t dare lift it—not yet. The final laps of the season blurred past in a frantic rush: every second stretched thin, every inch of track a battleground.
Ten months on the road. Ten months away from everything you loved—away from Max and Charles.
The noise of the crowd was a distant echo behind the walls of your helmet, but inside you, silence pressed heavy and sharp.
You crossed the finish line, again outside the top ten.
Another season slipping through your fingers like grains of sand you couldn’t hold.
You eased your car to a stop in the garage, heart still hammering, sweat trickling beneath your race suit. The pit crew moved around you, their faces a mix of fatigue and sympathy. You peeled off your gloves, your hands trembling slightly.
Later when your chief hands you your phone there are two messages waiting.
Max: We miss you. Counting down the days until you’re home.
Charles: Hold on, chérie. We’ll see you soon.
You stared at the screen, your chest tightening. The distance —ten months apart every year— felt wider than ever at that moment. You wanted to reply, to tell them you were okay, that you weren’t breaking inside, but the words wouldn’t come.
You sat down on the edge of the garage bench, the cold metal biting through your suit. The noise around you faded into background static. Your mind raced, flashing back over every race this season—the near misses, the crashes, the podiums you never made. The sacrifices you’d made to get here.
Every race had been another day away from Max and Charles. Every victory they celebrated from afar. Every loss you swallowed alone in a hotel room while they were thousands of miles away, in a world that felt so different from yours.
Your thumb hovered over the screen, the messages still glowing in the dark. You wanted to tell them how tired you were. How it hurt to be the third wheel to their inseparable bond, even though you loved them more than anything.
But how do you say, I feel like the odd one out when you’re supposed to be their equal? When you don’t want to admit that the miles between you are heavier than any trophy?
Instead, you shoved the phone into your pocket and stood.
The flight from Phoenix to Monaco was long, but it felt like even more time had passed. Time spent hoping, worrying, pretending the months apart hadn’t hollowed something inside you.
When you finally stepped off the plane, the cool Mediterranean air wrapped around you like a balm. You scanned the crowd and saw them—Max leaning casually against the terminal wall, a mischievous grin breaking across his face the moment he spotted you; Charles stepping forward, his eyes bright but shadowed with worry.
They were both here. They were real. And yet… the space between you felt bigger than the miles.
Max was the first to close the distance, pulling you into a tight hug. His warmth was electric, but it didn’t chase away the ache you’d carried for months.
Charles caught your hand, his fingers soft but trembling. “We missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” you said, your voice quieter than you wanted.
The next few days passed in a blur of racing stories, media appearances, and the ever-present pressure of their demanding lives. You were caught between wanting to soak in every moment with them and the exhaustion that came from living two lives—one in America and one here in Europe.
Nights were the hardest.
You’d lie between them—Charles curled close to your back, Max’s hand resting on your hip—and still feel like you were on the outside looking in. Their sleep was steady, breathing matched like a rhythm you’d fallen out of.
You loved them. God, you loved them.
But love hadn’t been enough to make the loneliness go away.
They talked about F1 over breakfast: simulator sessions, car developments, the drama in the paddock. They pulled you into the conversation, sure—but you always felt like a guest star in their story. Smiling at the right beats. Nodding at the right names.
You told yourself it wasn’t their fault. They weren’t doing anything wrong.
But that didn’t stop the bitter seed inside you from growing: You’ll never fit into their world the way they fit into each other’s.
They didn’t notice it at first.
Not when you lingered in the guest room “just for a nap.” Not when you slipped out early for runs alone along the harbor. Not even when you left their texts on read for a little longer than usual, sitting quietly on the couch while they laughed on a call with Lando and Carlos.
But Max noticed when you started pulling away from his touch.
And Charles noticed when your kisses became short, distracted. When you smiled, but your eyes didn’t.
One evening, a few days before New Year’s, you stood in front of the mirror in Max’s apartment, brushing out your hair in silence. The glass fogged faintly from the heat of the shower behind you.
Max leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed. “Are you ever gonna tell us what’s going on?”
You blinked, pausing mid-stroke. “I’m tired.”
“You’ve been tired for months,” he said. Not unkind, but not soft, either. “That’s not what I asked.”
Charles appeared beside him, a towel still slung over his shoulders, hair damp. “Is it something we did?” His voice was gentler. Hesitant.
You forced a smile—an automatic reflex, polished from months of doing just that. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Max shot back. “You’ve been here for a week, and it’s like you’re not even with us. You're quiet. You don't even fight me anymore.”
Charles stepped forward, concern shadowing his features. “We know it’s been a long season, mon cœur. But this… this feels different.”
You didn’t know how to say it. That being here, in this place that was supposed to be home, made you feel like a placeholder. That you couldn’t bear how easily they slipped back into their routine without you.
So instead, you whispered, “I just need some air.”
And you left.
You didn't mean to disappear.
But when the door shut behind you, your legs didn’t stop at the end of the block.
You kept walking.
Through the narrow streets of Monaco, past glowing storefronts shuttered for the winter, down steep alleys that smelled faintly of salt and stone. Your breath fogged in the cold, and your jacket was too thin, but you didn’t stop. The world was quiet out here, and it felt easier to think in the hush.
Easier than pretending everything inside that apartment wasn’t suffocating you.
You’d dreamed about coming here during the season— counted down the days, clung to the idea of Max’s arms, of Charles’s warmth, as the year dragged you through crashes and DNFs and endless weeks on the road. But the dream hadn’t lived up to the reality.
Not because they didn’t love you.
But because… maybe love wasn’t enough when you lived an ocean apart.
You walked until your legs ached and the cold settled into your bones, the drizzle beginning to fall just as you looped back toward the apartment, rain slicking the old cobblestones beneath your shoes.
When you reached the building, the lights were still on.
They hadn’t gone to bed.
Of course they hadn’t.
You hesitated at the entrance, heart in your throat, fingers trembling as they hovered over the keypad. Then—without even thinking why—you turned and walked around the side of the building, taking the outside stairs up to the rooftop terrace instead.
The rain had picked up.
You stood at the edge of the terrace. Monaco stretched out below in golden streaks and sleepy lights, but you couldn’t enjoy it.
You were too full of every word you hadn’t said.
Behind you, the terrace door creaked open.
Footsteps.
Max.
He didn’t speak right away—just came to stand beside you, shoulders tense, eyes scanning your face.
Then Charles appeared in the doorway, his sweater loose over pajama pants.
Neither of them looked angry.
Just scared.
Max’s voice was low, controlled—but his jaw was tight. “You walk out like that again without your phone, I swear to god—”
“I didn’t mean to disappear.”
“Then what did you mean to do?” he snapped. “Because we’ve been sitting here wondering if you were even coming back.”
“I needed space.”
Charles stepped forward, softer, pleading. “From us?”
You turned your gaze back to the city. The rain was light now—more mist than storm—but you welcomed the cold.
“I don’t know how to do this anymore,” you said quietly. “I don’t know how to be in this relationship when I only get to live in it for a few weeks a year.”
Max was silent. But Charles whispered, “You think we don’t feel the distance too?”
You blinked hard. “It’s not the same. You two are in the same paddock, on the same schedule, in the same places. You’ve got each other every weekend. I’m… just the FaceTime call between your races.”
Max’s voice cracked in the middle when he said, “Don’t say that.”
You shook your head. “I lie in bed between you, and I feel like I’m visiting a life I don’t belong to.”
Neither of them moved.
Charles’s voice broke the silence. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”
“Because I didn’t want to sound insecure. Or jealous. Or—like I couldn’t handle it.”
“And what if you couldn’t?” Max said. “What if we’re supposed to handle it with you?”
You finally turned to face them. “Because I didn’t want to be the reason something this good fell apart.”
There it was.
The thing you hadn’t let yourself say. The truth sitting heavy on your tongue for months.
Max stepped toward you. Not angry now—just wide-eyed and aching. “You think we’d let you go that easy?”
The words hit you like a slap, like a lifeline.
You blinked, swallowing down the sob that had been pressing into your throat for days. “I don’t know what you’d do,” you said hoarsely. “You already have each other. You don’t need me.”
Max’s expression crumpled, and for a moment, you saw it—all of it. The fear. The disbelief. The grief. Charles stepped forward slowly, like he was afraid you might vanish if he moved too fast. “That’s not true,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
But it felt true.
The rain slicked your hair to your forehead as the silence stretched between the three of you, heavy and fragile. The city lights blurred behind the mist, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from their faces—faces you loved so fiercely it hurt.
Max inhaled sharply, then closed the distance between you with careful, deliberate steps. His hands reached out, trembling slightly as they found yours —steady, warm, grounding. He swallowed hard, searching your eyes like he was trying to reach some hidden part of you that words couldn’t touch. “You do belong,” he said finally, voice low but fierce. “Not just when you’re here. Every day. We don’t want this without you.”
You swallowed hard, feeling a tremor run through your body — fragile and raw, the kind that comes from holding back too long.
Charles stepped forward, his voice softer now, a quiet promise in every word. “We’re not just racing partners, not just lovers. We’re a family. And family stays together. No matter the distance, no matter the struggle.”
You blinked, tears finally spilling down your cheeks, catching on the cold rain. “I’ve been so scared,” you admitted, voice breaking. “Scared I’d be the one to break us. That I’d ruin the three of us.”
Max shook his head, brushing wet strands from your forehead, his fingers gentle. “You don’t ruin anything. You complete us.”
Charles stepped in then, sliding his arms around your waist from one side while Max’s went around your shoulders. They didn’t try to fix it with more words. They just held you. Quiet, steady, anchoring you as the wind tugged at your clothes and the rain continued to mist across your skin.
The city below glittered like another world—distant, surreal. But here, in this moment, on a rooftop soaked in heartbreak and love, everything was painfully, beautifully real.
Max’s arms tightened slightly around your shoulders, as if afraid you might slip through them again. Charles’s hands gripped your waist like he was trying to tether you to the present, to them. You could feel the way their breaths synced around you, one on either side, anchoring you in the middle like a gravity you’d forgotten you had.
You closed your eyes.
Just for a moment.
And you breathed.
It didn’t fix everything. It didn’t erase the months apart or the ache of not knowing where you truly fit. But they’d softened— edges dulled by the warmth of their hands and the honesty hanging between you like fog in the night air.
Eventually, Charles broke the silence, voice almost playful but tinged with rawness. “You do realize this means you're not allowed to vanish again, right? Not unless you’re taking one of us with you.”
You let out a breath—half-laugh, half-sob. “Deal.”
Max huffed a soft laugh beside you. “Good. Because I was about five minutes away from calling Seb and begging him for emotional advice. And we both know how that would’ve gone.”
Charles grinned faintly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “He would’ve quoted Goethe. And then sent us a link to a therapy podcast.”
You laughed then—a real one this time. Brief, wet, a little broken, but yours. The kind of laugh that cracked something open instead of covering it up.
“God, I’m sorry,” you whispered, breath catching as you leaned into them. “I didn’t mean to shut you out.”
Max shook his head, nose brushing your temple. “You don’t have to apologize for hurting. Just… let us be there when it happens.”
Charles tightened his arms around you. “Let us be yours, too. Not just each other’s.”
You stayed like that, soaked to the skin under the thin drizzle, hearts bruised but no longer splintering apart in silence.
Max glanced up at the sky, rain still drizzling over the terrace. “You know,” he said, a teasing smile tugging at his lips despite the tension, “if we keep standing out here, we’re all going to catch pneumonia.”
You gave a tired laugh, wiping rain from your cheeks. “Well, maybe pneumonia would be a nice change.”
Charles shook his head, his voice soft but firm. “No chance of that. You’re coming inside. We’re not letting you out here alone again.”
They guided you back down the stairs, flanking you on either side, the quiet between the three of you no longer strained. Just settled. Real. You entered the apartment again, but this time it didn’t feel so suffocating. Not like a world you had to fit into, but one that had space carved out for you—imperfect, maybe, but intentional.
Your clothes clung to your skin, damp from the rain, and a shiver rolled through you as the contrast between the rain-soaked night and the cozy interior settled into your bones. You didn’t realize how cold you were until Charles gently pressed a hand to your back.
“You’re freezing,” he murmured. “Come on.”
He and Max guided you toward the bathroom without fanfare, without questions. Just quiet care. Max reached in first, turning the knobs until the water ran warm, steam beginning to curl around the edges of the mirror. Charles gently peeled your jacket off your shoulders, fingers brushing your skin like a question.
You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.
You let them undress you, piece by piece, until the chill was replaced with the humid warmth of the room.
Once you stepped into the shower, the heat was immediate—soothing, enveloping. You stood under the stream, eyes closed, letting it wash over you like absolution.
A few minutes later, you heard movement behind the glass.
Max’s voice came soft and low. “Can we join you?”
You opened your eyes, nodding without turning around. “Yeah.”
The door opened. Charles stepped in first, then Max. The water ran warm over all of you now, droplets sliding down skin and silence. You didn’t speak. None of you did. Not at first.
It wasn’t about sex—not tonight. It was about presence. Proximity. Reconnection. Their hands didn’t roam with hunger; they simply found yours. Held them. Grounded them.
Charles stood behind you again, his arms wrapping around your waist as Max stood in front, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone like he was memorizing you all over again.
You could feel your chest loosening, breath by breath.
Max leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We didn’t fall in love with someone who needs to be perfect all the time. We fell in love with you.”
Charles’s breath warmed the nape of your neck. “And we’re still here. No matter what it looks like. No matter how far you feel.”
Your throat tightened again, but this time it wasn’t from pain—it was from the weight of being seen.
“I don’t want to keep drifting from you,” you whispered. “I don’t want to be scared anymore.”
“Then don’t,” Max said simply. “We’ll meet you halfway. Every damn time.”
Charles tightened his hold slightly. “Even if that means we change what this looks like. Even if we have to fight to keep finding each other.”
You let out a slow breath, one that carried months of grief and silence and trying to be stronger than you needed to be.
“I want that,” you said, voice trembling but sure. “I want to try.”
And just like that—just with that promise—the three of you began again.
Not fixed. Not whole. But choosing each other anyway.
Max kissed your temple. Charles held you tighter.
The water kept running. The steam fogged the glass.
But you weren’t lost anymore.
Later, when the water finally went cold and your skin had long since wrinkled beneath the stream, Max turned it off with a quiet flick of his wrist. No one rushed. Charles reached for the towels, wrapping one around your shoulders before draping another across his own back. Max stood close, warm even in the chill that crept back in.
You moved as one—slow, instinctual. A constellation realigning after being pulled apart.
In the quiet hush of the bedroom, Max pulled out one of his hoodies and slipped it over your head like he’d done a hundred times before. Charles helped you into a pair of thick socks, kneeling like it mattered.
It did matter.
All of it did now.
There was no more pretending. No more polite space left between bodies or words. You curled into Max’s side, head tucked beneath his chin, while Charles pressed against your back, his fingers tracing soft, absentminded patterns against your hip.
The silence wasn’t strained anymore. It was a balm.
And for the first time in months, you slept.
When morning came, the sky over Monaco was streaked with soft gold and pale lavender, and everything smelled like rain and warmth and second chances.
You stirred slowly, muscles sore in ways that had nothing to do with racing. You felt Max shift behind you, brushing sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand before reaching for you instinctively. Charles murmured something in French, still half-asleep, his lips brushing the curve of your shoulder.
For a moment, it all felt easy. Natural. The way it was meant to be.
And maybe that was the most painful part—that this version of your life had always felt like a dream you only got to live in borrowed time.
But now… maybe not.
Charles rolled toward you, his palm resting against your cheek. “Bonjour, mon cœur.”
You smiled faintly. “Morning.”
Max yawned behind you. “Are we pretending that today doesn’t exist? Or are we being adults and getting up at a reasonable time?”
“Do we ever get up at a reasonable time when we’re all in the same bed?” Charles asked, voice laced with mock innocence.
You buried your face into Max’s chest, laughing into the fabric of his shirt. “Five more minutes.”
Max grumbled something unintelligible, pulling the duvet tighter around the three of you like it could shield you from the world outside. Charles chuckled, but didn’t argue. His hand found yours beneath the blanket, fingers lacing together like it was instinct.
Five more minutes turned into ten, then twenty.
None of you seemed in a rush to let go.
The day unraveled slowly, like a yawn—lazy and golden, with no sharp edges. Monaco outside the windows was sun-drenched and quiet, the world taking its breath while the three of you remained in your cocoon, wrapped in warmth and second chances.
Eventually, hunger became too insistent to ignore. Charles stretched with a groan, ruffling his sleep-mussed hair. “Okay, okay. I’ll make coffee.”
You murmured a sleepy thanks, but didn’t move. Max grunted something close to “traitor” as Charles slid out of bed, laughing under his breath.
You watched him go—barefoot, hoodie hanging loose on his shoulders—and felt that tug in your chest again. But this time, it wasn’t ache.
It was love.
Real. Steady. Present.
Max kissed your temple. “Come on. Let’s get up before he burns the toast again.”
You groaned. “I’d rather starve.”
Max smirked. “Romantic.”
You grinned into the pillow. “Realistic.”
When the two of you finally joined Charles in the kitchen, the apartment smelled like espresso and poorly buttered croissants. Charles had clearly raided the tiny bakery down the street—still in his pajamas, judging by the flour dusted faintly on his sleeve.
“Breakfast of champions,” he declared, holding up a half-warm croissant like it was an Olympic medal.
“Speak for yourself,” you muttered, reaching for a mug.
Max stole a bite of Charles’s pastry, and got a slap to the wrist for his trouble. The bickering was easy, familiar—like you’d never left. But now, your laugh joined theirs in the kitchen, not from the sidelines, not from a screen across the ocean. Here.
Later, sitting at the small table with your knees brushing Charles’s and Max’s foot hooked around your ankle under the chair, something in you shifted. A quiet click. Like the lock on a door you hadn’t realized you’d been leaning against this whole time.
The ache was still there—would probably always be there in some way. But it didn’t drown you now. Not when they were looking at you like that. Like you mattered. Like you belonged.
Because you did.
~Bonus~
The next morning didn’t come in golden.
It came gray.
Heavy clouds hung low over Monaco, smudging the skyline like someone had dragged their thumb through yesterday’s perfect picture. You were vaguely aware of the shift in light as you blinked awake—slower this time. Not lazy-slow, like the day before.
Sluggish. Weighted.
Your mouth was dry, your head pounded. Every part of your body ached. Like your joints were filled with lead and your skin had been stretched too thin overnight. Max was already gone from bed—probably up and brewing some version of espresso strong enough to reanimate corpses. Charles was still curled beside you, but even in sleep, his brow was furrowed. Like he could feel something was off.
You shifted slightly, trying to roll onto your back, and instantly regretted it. A flash of nausea surged through your gut, and your throat tightened painfully around a dry swallow. Your skin felt clammy, the sheets suddenly too much and not enough all at once.
Fuck.
You’d felt the tickle yesterday evening—a tightness in your throat, the sting in your sinuses you’d blamed on emotions and poor sleep. But now there was no denying it.
You were sick.
Properly, fully, fuck-my-life sick.
Your head throbbed, every heartbeat echoing like a drumbeat inside your skull. The kind of sick that made the world feel tilted, just enough to disorient you. Flu, maybe. Or something you picked up on the plane—stale air, recycled germs, stress and exhaustion doing their part to break your defenses down.
Max’s footsteps were distant but steady as he moved around the apartment, the familiar sounds somehow both comforting and frustrating. You wanted to call out, to ask him to come back, but your throat was raw, each attempt met with a rasping cough that left you gasping for air.
Charles shifted beside you, eyes fluttering open fully now, his gaze locking onto yours immediately. Without a word, he reached out, his hand warm against your clammy forehead. His touch was gentle but firm, anchoring you in the swirling fog of your fevered mind. “Mon cœur, tu es brûlante,” he whispered in a voice barely above a breath, worry threading every syllable. “You’re burning up.”
You wanted to protest, to say you were fine, that this was just a passing thing. But the rasping cough that escaped your throat cut through your will like a knife. Charles didn’t hesitate. His eyes darkened with concern as he gently helped you sit up, propping you against the pillows.
“Max!” he called softly, his voice steady but urgent as he rose and crossed the room. You heard the clatter of mugs and then footsteps quickening in response.
Max appeared in the doorway, brow furrowed, eyes sharp despite the early hour. He took in your pale face and the way Charles’s hand lingered on your forehead. Max’s eyes softened, the usual spark of mischief replaced by genuine concern. “Damn, you look rough,” he said, his voice low, careful not to startle you. He stepped closer, crouching by the bedside, and held out a glass of water. “Try to drink this, slowly.”
You nodded weakly. The cool water soothed your dry throat, but the effort left you breathless, and a cough escaped—harsh and rattling. Max winced, clearly pained to see you like this. He reached out instinctively, steadying the glass as your hands trembled. “Okay, that’s enough for now,” he murmured, setting it down on the nightstand with gentle care. “We need to take your temperature.”
Charles was already moving. He crossed the room with purpose, rummaging through the drawer in the bathroom just off the bedroom. There was the muffled clink of bottles, a soft curse in French, and then the familiar beep of the digital thermometer being turned on.
He returned a moment later, kneeling beside the bed with the small device in hand. He held it to your forehead, his hand steady despite the tight line of worry etched across his face. The cool plastic of the thermometer pressed gently to your skin, and even that small touch felt like too much—too bright, too sharp against the heat radiating from you.
The thermometer beeped after a few seconds. Charles pulled it away and frowned instantly, his eyes scanning the small digital screen.
“Quarante,” he muttered, almost to himself. Then louder, with a flick of his eyes toward Max, “C’est quarante.”
Max blinked. “Forty?” he repeated, straightening up. “As in… forty Celsius?”
Charles nodded grimly.
Max swore under his breath. “That’s—hold on—” He pulled his phone from his pocket, thumb flying across the screen. “One hundred and four. Fahrenheit.”
Your breath hitched. Even in the haze of your fever, that number registered somewhere deep in your chest. Too high. Way too high.
Charles’s eyes met yours again, softer now. “You’re burning up, mon ange,” he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair from your damp temple. “We need to bring it down. Now.”
Max was already on the move, his voice clipped but calm. “Cold compress. I’ll start the bath—just lukewarm, not cold. Don’t want to shock her system.”
You could hear the water start running in the bathroom, a low hiss behind the door. Your limbs felt like they’d been filled with wet cement, every breath dragging like it weighed something. Even blinking took effort. Charles stayed close. One arm braced gently behind your shoulders, the other resting across your lap as he watched you with that particular brand of quiet worry he never showed in public. Not even on race day. But now? Now he looked like he’d sit there forever if that’s what you needed.
“I hate this,” you croaked, voice nearly unrecognizable—hoarse and broken.
“I know,” he said softly, pressing his lips briefly to your temple. “But we’ve got you.”
The door to the bathroom cracked open. Max reappeared with a towel slung over one shoulder and a folded washcloth already damp in his hand. “It’s ready,” he said, his voice low. “No rush. Just steady.”
Charles nodded once, then looked back at you. “We’re going to help you up, okay? Slowly.”
You barely managed a nod. Even that small movement sent your head spinning. But their hands were already there—sure and gentle, lifting you like you were something breakable. Max took your arm, Charles your waist, and between them, they guided you upright, then onto unsteady feet.
Each step was a small war.
Your legs felt foreign, too long and too weak all at once. Cold sweat beaded along your spine. You hated this part—the helplessness, the vulnerability. But neither of them flinched. They held you up like it was the most natural thing in the world.
By the time you reached the bathroom, your forehead was slick with fever and effort. The tub was half full, soft ripples lapping at the sides. No steam, no harsh chill—just a perfectly tempered calm waiting for you.
They helped you in without a word.
Charles steadied your arms, Max kept your legs from slipping, and then you were in—submerged to your hips, the lukewarm water hugging you like a sigh. It shocked your system in a way that made your breath catch. Not painful—just jarring. Like your body was finally realizing how hot it had been.
Your head lolled back against the edge of the tub, eyes fluttering closed.
“Stay awake, chérie,” Charles murmured, fingers brushing your wrist. “Just a little longer.”
You blinked at him, exhausted. “Trying.”
Max knelt beside you, dipping the washcloth into the water and wringing it out over your shoulders. Cool rivulets traced down your spine. “Five minutes, maybe six,” he said, mostly to Charles.
Charles checked his watch. “Set a timer,” he murmured, already brushing his thumb over your knuckles, trying to coax warmth back into them without adding heat. You were burning from the inside out, and he hated it. Hated seeing your lips pale, hated the way your shoulders trembled ever so slightly even submerged in the bath. He would’ve taken it from you if he could—every ache, every flush of fevered skin, every gasping breath.
Max didn’t argue. He set his phone down on the closed lid of the toilet and leaned in, wringing the cloth again, this time letting the water trickle over your chest. “This helps. You’re doing good,” he said, voice lower now. Gentler.
The words skimmed over the surface of your dazed mind like soft rain on a too-warm window. You couldn’t find the strength to respond, not even a nod. But you heard him. You heard both of them. They were the only sounds you could hold onto in the haze.
“Do you think she caught something in Phoenix?” Max asked after a few seconds of quiet, eyes flicking to Charles but never leaving his task.
“Maybe. Or the flight home, with her being in the rain the other day, who knows,” Charles replied, glancing down at you. “She hasn’t stopped moving in weeks. No rest. She’s exhausted.”
“Yeah, well, she’s never been good at resting,” Max said dryly, dipping the cloth again, this time letting it slide gently along your arms. “Even when she needs to.”
You could feel them talking about you, around you, but it didn’t irritate you. There was something comforting in the way they moved in sync—taking care of your body like it was familiar to them, like it was sacred. They didn’t treat you like a burden, even as you slumped lower in the bath, your strength unraveling like thread.
“I don’t want to be a problem,” you rasped, surprising yourself with the sound of your own voice. Your eyes didn’t open, but you felt their reactions instantly—Charles’s grip tightening just slightly, Max’s hands pausing mid-motion.
“You’re not a problem,” Charles said immediately, firm enough to leave no room for argument.
“Not even close,” Max added. “You’re sick. And you’re allowed to be sick.”
You tried to respond, but it came out as a soft sigh—half protest, half surrender.
“Okay,” Charles murmured, brushing your temple with the back of his fingers. “That’s enough for now.”
Max checked the timer. “Four and a half minutes. Close enough.”
Together, they moved again with silent coordination. Charles supported your back as Max reached for the towel. Your limbs felt heavier than before, your knees barely bending as they helped lift you from the water. But you weren’t scared—not with their hands on you. One guiding, one steadying. Always there.
Max pressed it gently to your arms while Charles cradled your damp frame against him, balancing your weight. It was slow, and it was quiet. There were no sharp words, no impatient sighs, only soft murmurs in French and English, and the rhythmic sound of your own breathing starting to even out. Every time your knees wobbled, a hand was there. Every time your head dropped forward, someone’s fingers curled around your chin to guide you back.
They got you into bed like they’d done it a thousand times before.
Fresh sheets. Pillows fluffed. Water waiting on the bedside table. Medicine set beside it, and a cool compress already folded in Charles’s hand. Max disappeared just long enough to grab an extra blanket and toss it over the chair—just in case.
When your head hit the pillow, it was like falling down a well.
The room spun, and then stilled. You could feel the heat still raging inside you, but it wasn’t unchecked now. It was corralled. Surrounded. Watched over.
Max sat on the edge of the bed and gently coaxed you to drink again. “Sip, then meds,” he said, holding the glass to your lips. You obeyed, sluggishly but without resistance. The water was cool and tasted faintly of lemon—he’d added it without saying anything, like he just knew it would help. Once the paracetamol was swallowed, Charles pressed the cool compress to your forehead again, the fabric soothing against your burning skin. His fingers lingered there a moment longer before sliding down to brush lightly over your cheek.
“Try to rest,” he whispered, his voice a soft anchor in the swirling haze.
You nodded, eyelids heavy, but the ache inside you made it impossible to truly let go.
Max reached out, his hand warm and steady as he tucked the extra blanket around your shoulders. “We’re here,” he said quietly. “You don’t have to fight it.”
You didn’t have the strength to answer, not really. But your lips parted just enough, the beginnings of a thank you caught in the curve of your mouth.
They understood anyway.
Charles settled on your left, half-propped against the headboard, his fingers still trailing slow, featherlight lines across the side of your face. Max remained on your right, one leg folded up on the bed now, elbow resting casually on his knee. His presence radiated that familiar quiet energy—not loud or dramatic, just steady. Safe.
They stayed like that for a while. No one moved too much. No one spoke unless it was needed. The storm outside rolled on, soft and steady, the occasional rumble of thunder low in the distance like it was happening underwater.
You weren’t sure when your body gave in completely. Sleep took you the way water fills a basin—gradually, without drama, until everything else was quiet. You didn’t dream. There was no kaleidoscope of fever imagery, no phantom voices or spinning lights. Just a blank, dark stillness. And in that stillness, peace.
When you woke again, the gray light had shifted to a soft silver. The storm outside had thinned into a drizzle, barely audible against the windows. It must’ve been late afternoon—early evening, maybe—but you’d lost all sense of time. You blinked slowly. Your lashes felt heavy, tacky with sleep, and the edges of your vision were still a little fuzzy. But there was clarity now, just enough to recognize the world again.
Max was the first thing you registered—his voice, low and steady, humming some unrecognizable tune under his breath. He was seated cross-legged at the foot of the bed, scrolling through something on his phone with a half-eaten granola bar in hand, the wrapper crinkling softly every now and then. He didn’t notice you stirring at first.
Charles, on the other hand, had never taken his eyes off you.
He was closer now, curled on his side, elbow propped against a pillow, his head resting in one hand. There was something profoundly quiet in his gaze, like the air right after thunder—watchful, reverent. He smiled when he saw your eyes open, slow and faint but so warm it tugged at something deep in your chest.
“Bonjour, mon ange,” he said softly. “You came back to us.”
Your throat was still sore, but not the sandpaper-raw pain from earlier. It just felt tired now. Overused. You licked your lips, tried to speak, and Charles was already reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand, holding it out before you could even fully sit up.
“You need help?” he asked gently.
You shook your head, but the motion made your vision blur. “Maybe,” you rasped, just above a whisper.
Max looked up at that. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty joins us again,” he said, dropping his phone and rising to his feet. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like I got hit by a bus,” you muttered.
“Could’ve fooled me. You’ve got more color now. Earlier you looked like—” he cut himself off, flashing a quick smile. “Never mind. You don’t wanna know.”
Charles chuckled under his breath. “She doesn’t. Trust me.”
He helped you sip the water slowly, careful not to let too much tip at once. The lemon was still there. Your body welcomed it, and you closed your eyes for a moment just to savor the faint, clean taste.
Max hovered a step away, arms crossed. “Your fever broke a few hours ago. Still a bit warm, but you’re out of the scary zone.”
“Barely,” Charles added, eyes scanning your face. “You scared us.”
“I know,” you whispered, guilt tugging at your chest like a slow tide. “Sorry.”
“Stop doing that,” Max said immediately. “You don’t have to apologize for having a human body.”
Charles nodded, thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. “We’re just glad you’re okay.”
You let yourself sink into the pillows again, bones aching in a dull, hollow way. Still sick, still wrung out—but no longer lost in the fever. There was a tether now. Something solid to cling to.
Max returned to the chair near the window, grabbing a folded hoodie and tossing it lightly toward the bed. “Put this on when you’re ready. You were shivering earlier.”
You looked down. You were in one of Charles’s shirts, far too big, soft and worn at the edges. It smelled like laundry and him. Your skin was still damp at the edges, and the chill of the air outside the blankets had begun to bite.
Charles caught the hoodie before it slid too far, holding it up. “Come here,” he said softly, coaxing you upright with practiced ease. Between them, they helped you slip it over your head. It smelled like Max—faint espresso and cedarwood—and it settled around you like armor.
“Still hungry?” Max asked. “I made soup. Real soup. No cans involved.”
You blinked at him slowly, surprised. “You… cooked?”
Max grinned, mock-wounded. “You say that like it’s shocking.”
“It is shocking,” Charles murmured, glancing at you with a conspiratorial twinkle in his eye. “He burns toast.”
“Once,” Max protested, holding up a finger. “Once. And the toaster was broken.”
“The toaster was not broken,” Charles replied without looking at him. “You just turned it sideways to fit the baguette.”
You made a sound that was half a laugh, half a cough, and immediately winced. Your body didn’t quite appreciate the effort. But the moment still lifted something in your chest—something tight and guilt-wrapped that had been pressing there all day.
Max stepped toward the door. “Alright, I’m bringing it in. Both of you can mock me after you’ve eaten.”
Charles shifted beside you, brushing your hair back gently from your face. “You should try,” he said softly, once Max was gone. “Even a little. You’ve barely kept anything down.”
You nodded. “I’ll try.”
He smiled. Not the full one you loved, but something quieter. Proud. Relieved. “That’s all we need.”
The silence that followed wasn’t heavy. It was full, warm in the quiet way shared spaces sometimes are—where no one needs to perform or fill the gaps with chatter. You leaned your head against Charles’s shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you carefully, mindful of your still-aching body. His chest rose and fell in slow, even rhythms, and for a few seconds, you just let yourself be—held and still and not pushing through anything.
Max returned a moment later with a tray balanced in both hands—soup in a wide ceramic bowl, steam curling from the surface, along with a piece of what looked suspiciously like very toasted bread. “Et voilà,” he said with an exaggerated French accent, setting the tray gently on your lap. “Soup à la Verstappen.”
You eyed it cautiously. It smelled... decent. A little too garlicky, maybe. But the warmth rising from the bowl soothed your dry sinuses instantly. “This might actually be edible.”
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
“She’s just being careful,” Charles said, smirking.
Max made a face at both of you, but didn’t push back. He settled onto the bed again near your feet, watching as you brought the spoon to your mouth and tasted.
It wasn’t bad. Salty and warm, full of soft noodles and slivers of chicken. “Okay. It’s actually good.”
Max looked victorious. “You hear that? Actually good.”
Charles clapped once, mock-celebratory. “A culinary miracle.”
You managed another small smile, sipping again. The warmth filled you from the inside this time—different from the fever, slower and softer, like your body was beginning to remember how to be cared for.
You didn’t finish much. Maybe ten slow spoonfuls before the fatigue began to tug at your eyelids again. Max took the tray without comment, setting it aside on the nightstand. Charles tugged the blanket up higher around your shoulders, tucking it beneath your chin.
You felt small again, but not in the way that hurt. Not powerless. Just… held. Wrapped in something gentler than obligation. Loved, even in the most quiet, aching version of yourself.
As you closed your eyes again, Charles’s fingers threaded through yours beneath the covers. Max leaned back in the chair, stretching his legs out with a soft sigh. The room was dim now, the last of the silver light fading behind the clouds.
“You’re going to be okay,” Charles whispered near your temple, barely audible.
You didn’t have to answer. You knew you would be, as long as you were with them.
Pairing: charles leclerc x max verstappen x cadillac!team principal!reader
summary: when charles and max finally decide that Ferrari and Redbull don’t deserve their loyalty anymore, their girlfriend is determined to give them everything they need to thrive
a/n: I’m about ready to burn Ferrari and Redbull down myself — give these fucking men good, fuctioning cars holy hell I beg of you
a/n2: literally all the thanks to @sinofwriting — you seriously help me out more then you could know so thank you!
a/n3: this will have a part 2 hopefully next week
fc: Lindsey Brewer
Masterlist | Part 2
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f1: Breaking: YN LN, ex-McLaren driver, has been announced as Cadillac's Team Principal.
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user1: mother is back???
oscarpiastri: Welcome back yn
↳yn: great to be back Oscar!
user2: this is literally the best news I've had all month
cadillacf1: We're very pleased to have yn at the helm of our debut in Formula 1 — a great talent to lead us into the 2026 season
↳yn: glad to be a part of the team!
user3: Cadillac really said boring summer break? Not on our watch
maxverstappen1: welcome back schat
↳yn: Max…you and Charles made sure I never actually left
↳maxverstappen1: you wanted to leave us?
↳yn: that is absolutely not what I said babe
↳user6: girl you're going to be fighting for your life out there
↳yn: I know 😊
user4: another year of Charles and max being utterly stupid at the sight of yn? Sign me the fuck up
↳user5: Ngl that's my favorite part of the race weekends
alex_albon: ohh you're…back
↳georgerussell63: that’s…great
↳yn: listen I know where you live Albon, Russell
↳cadillacf1: yn you know you can't actually threaten people any more right?
↳charles_leclerc: but we can ☺️
↳maxverstappen1: don't even think about it Albon, Russell
↳landonorris: haha
↳maxverstappen1: you're not safe either Norris
↳redbullracing: max we've talked about this
↳scuderiaferrari: so have we Charles
↳yn: keep it up babes, you're doing amazing
↳user7: the 4 2019 rookies beefing together is my favorite thing
↳user8: mine is yn is just cheering her boys on
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f1gossip: f1's power throuple - max, charles, and yn - out for dinner the last weekend of summer break following a jaw dropping announcement of yn's move to Cadillac as TP
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user9: yn is living my life right now
user10: love that for her — she's getting the bag and she's got her boys
↳user11: she's so lucky — they're wrapped around her fingers
↳user12: as they should be!
user13: is this…like ethical? She's going to be a team principal and she's dating 2 drivers?
↳user14: I'm sure there's so many rules they have to follow — but she's been dating them for years now. Cadillac and the FIA knew that before she signed on
↳user15: you know I never thought of that…
↳user14: now if they moved to Cadillac, I imagine that it would be a completely different story
user16: I'm living for how completely chill they're being? Like redbull is falling apart around max and Ferrari is gonna give Charles generational trauma and they're both "yeah let's just spoil our girl"
↳user17: why wouldn't they? She's literally the best ever
user18: can we…can we just trade lives for a couple of days…weeks…years??
↳user19: oomph I feel that…
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planet_f1: Halfway through the 2025 season and here's the confirmed grid for the 2026 season! With 10 seats still open, there's plenty of opportunity for new talent to make their debut.
All eyes are on Verstappen and Leclerc — with no contract extensions mentioned, questions are being raised about the future for the 2. A new avenue has opened up however, in the form of yn ln, Cadillac's new Team Principal and "Lestappen's" longtime girlfriend. Will the new American team prove to be a safe haven for the driving pair or will the Rain of Milton Keys and Sun of Maranello stay loyal to the teams that raised them?
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user20: they need to get the fuck out of those dream breaker teams
↳user21: they do but they won't
↳user20: I hate that you're right
user22: ok but what is that caption?
↳user23: it's so damn poetic??
user24: I'm shocked that Aston hasn't announced that Lance and Fernando have contract extensions
↳user25: right? Is something cooking for the Silverstone team?
↳user26: are we going to see max follow newey to Aston???
user27: I'm curious on which rookie is going to be alpine's newest victim..
↳user28: it's gonna be Franco — he just brings in the money
↳user29: I need it to be Jack so bad though…
user30: I need Cadillac to announce something for gods sake — we haven't got anything coming from them since they confirmed yn as TP and Indiana as their USA base of operations
↳user31: see I think they're waiting to see if they can sign Max or Charles (or both)
↳user32: what?
↳user31: wait wait wait — just hear me out
↳user31: fact 1 - obviously everyone wants either Charles or Max. like that's not even a question — if anyone thought they could pull them away from redbull or Ferrari they would
↳user31: fact 2 - yn has a front row seat to their frustrations. we're only getting a glimpse of it during race weekends but yn? Oh she's getting the tea right from the source
↳user31: fact 3 - Cadillac has some weirdly deep pockets for a brand new team. I bet yn and the board there have the go ahead for some large salaries…for the right people
↳user31: so finally - yn told the Cadillac board to wait it out a while because she thinks she can get one or both of her boys to flip teams
↳user32: …I hate how much sense that makes
↳user31: it does! And it's not like they'll be rushed to make a decision - it's such a competitive sport that literally they could probably sign a driver a week before testing next year
↳user31: I mean I don't think they will but they could
↳user31: they're totally waiting to see where max and charles land before making any decisions
user33: i need to know why redbull and Ferrari haven't nailed down those 2 yet
↳user34: apparently rumors have been swirling that both of them are demanding performance clauses that would allow them to break contract if the teams continue to suck
↳user33: after scoring yn (and each other) that's the smartest thing they've ever done
↳user34: god if those teams drag their feet anymore they might just lose this game of chicken
user35: sitting back and eating popcorn while I watch my wife yn ln cook
↳user36: she's literally just playing the long game here cause if it's not this year, one of these years she'll get one or both of her boys on her team
user37: ok but just imagine a ln/verstappen/leclerc team…
↳user38: the absolute dominance of that team…
↳user39: add in GP and Becker = perfection
↳user40: literally the dream
Email Inbox: Max and Charles
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racing_gossip: News apparently coming from Cadillac F1 about possible 2026 drivers. Do we think this means the return of Sergio Perez and Valtteri Bottas or not?
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user41: oh my god the money I’d pay to see Bottas and Checo on a team together…
↳user42: they're like the perfect team
user43: petition to name Bottas the new honorary American on the grid
↳user44: counter signed immediately
user49: love this news
user50: if they'll all but signed why haven't we heard anything about it from Cadillac yet?
↳user51: because user31 is right and they're waiting to see if they can lure either charles or max away from their teams first
↳user31: I am right! And I truly believe that only something catastrophic will cleave them from their current teams
↳user52: oh god I don't know what catastrophic means for this situation…
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f1gossip
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f1gossip: what a disappointing weekend for the pair — a dnf resulting from a engine fire for max and a dsq resulting from illegal weight for charles, who lost his first place finish.
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user53: oh my god
user54: I don't know how many forza Ferrari's I have left in me…
user55: someone needs to go and save those boys from those evil ass teams
↳user56: literally any other team on the grid is waiting for that chance
↳user55: yn* needs to go and save those boys from those evil ass teams
user56: god max's radio messages after the fire…
↳user57: the return of mad max
↳user58: he legit sounded like he was going for someone's throat
↳user57: I would too! They're not fixing any problems — just making new ones
user58: ok don't come for me but they're so hot when they're angry?
↳user59: oh my god they are. I'm so glad I'm not the only one
user60: I feel so bad for both of them…yn's not there and they were both pulled away for media so they couldn't even talk to each other…
↳user61: seriously. they need a chance to yapp before meeting the press…
user62: fucking ferrari…charles was fucking dominating that race and he lost because they fucked up?!?
↳user63: it's the same thing for redbull…max has been telling them all weekend that the engine didn't feel good and they just kept brushing him off…
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f1: We have our 2025 world champion! Oscar Piastri secured the WDC this weekend with his second place finish in Las Vegas. With the points as they are, teammate Lando Norris secures his 2nd place finish as George Russell lands in 3rd. Congratulations to them all this weekend!
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user64: salt on the wound…Oscar winning the same weekend max and charles dnf/dsq??
↳user65: like congrats but ouch…
yn: congrats Oscar! And Lando and George I guess
↳landonorris: thanks I guess
↳oscarpiastri: thanks yn!
↳georgerussell63: I can just feel the enthusiasm…
oscarpiastri: feels good 👍🏻
↳maxverstappen: congrats man
↳user66: he's already removed the 1 😭😭😭
↳user67: I can't with this today
mclaren: congratulations to our 2 amazing drivers! WDC and WCC look good in orange
↳landonorris: it does! We'll have to make sure it stays that way
↳user68: Dutch orange was better 😭😭
user69: congrats Oscar!
user70: what a season! That was amazing to watch!
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cadillacf1: Welcome to our 2026 driver line! We’re very pleased to announce the Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc will be joining the Cadillac team from 2026 and onwards!
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