charlie, i have some space for you

32 | unfairinchident on ao3 | charles leclerc is haunted by the narrative and so am i

[saiyanwitcher]

Simply Lovely Ink

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen | One-Shot | Tattoo Artist!Max | Charles is hopeless | Crack treated seriously | Shameless smut | Frotting | Pain kink | Praise kink | Copious gloved hand worship | word count - 13k

Charles had developed a problem.

Nothing serious or life altering. Not even a particularly inconvenient one. Just a problem in the sense that every weekday at exactly ten-thirty in the morning, he found himself looking for the same man.

It had all started innocently enough, like most fixations.

The route along the waterfront was one of his favorites. It was just long enough to get his clients some good exercise, but not too long that it dragged and made the day miserable. The path curved past a small park overlooking the harbor, where tourists sat on benches with overpriced coffee and locals pretended not to notice the yachts. It was scenic, usually quiet, and most importantly, every dog in Monaco seemed to love it.

The tattoo shop had been an afterthought.

Mostly.

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[unfairinchident]

what is mine

lestappen | rated e | chapters 3/3 | 15.5k

A sudden heat can change everything.

Max doesn't know what he's doing, and Charles isn't lucid enough to help him figure it out.

But sometimes instinct is all you need.

Max just has to let go of the control he's always had on himself and hope it doesn't lead to regret.

“Did you really want to break it?” Charles whispers. “Did you really want to keep it?” Max asks back. Charles turns his head so his nose is buried in Max’s neck. It’s not the side with his mating gland, but it still sends a shiver down his spine. Charles either doesn’t notice or doesn’t say anything about it. “It is very difficult for someone to lose so much control they mate someone who doesn’t want it,” Charles says quietly. His hand covers Max’s where it rests on his belly. “I just think we do not need to rush breaking it. We can get to know each other first. Maybe it is not a bad thing.”

read chapter 3: taste

[unfairinchident]

what is mine

lestappen | rated e | chapters 2/3

A sudden heat can change everything.

Max doesn't know what he's doing, and Charles isn't lucid enough to help him figure it out.

But sometimes instinct is all you need.

Max just has to let go of the control he's always had on himself and hope it doesn't lead to regret.

Charles’ scent grows stronger in the car. It’s intoxicating. Through the sweetness of honey and sugar and caramel, there’s a hint of strawberry and citrus. It’s refreshing in the way a cold drink on the beaches of Monaco are, and Max needs more. There’s barely any distance between them in the backseat. Charles can’t sit in his lap for the drive, but he has one leg over Max’s and his face buried in his neck again. His arms are wrapped around one of Max’s, and every time Max tries to adjust in the seat, Charles squeezes him impossibly closer. The hotel isn’t far, but every minute that passes feels like hours. Max’s need to take care of Charles grows until it feels like a physical presence in the car. Neither of them speak. He’s not sure Charles can. Most of the noises he’s made since he said his name have just been small whimpers and groans. He must be in so much pain.

read chapter 2: honey and wine

[laura1633]

It’s worth pointing out that Max always puts Charles in his football team.

Also worth pointing out that this is Charles playing football :

Max I know exactly who you are.

[countingstars-17]

monaco gp lestappen edition

[unfairinchident]

what is mine

lestappen | rated e | chapters 1/3

A sudden heat can change everything.

Max doesn't know what he's doing, and Charles isn't lucid enough to help him figure it out.

But sometimes instinct is all you need.

Max just has to let go of the control he's always had on himself and hope it doesn't lead to regret.

“What is that smell?” Max asks, nose crinkling up as he settles into his seat on his jet. He’s used to there being no scent other than the occasional smell of food or the fuel during takeoff. Not…whatever this is. It’s like burnt sugar and iron, a truly disgusting combination that has no place here. “Is something wrong with the plane?” “Dunno, mate,” Lando says as he settles across the aisle. He already has his headphones on and is scrolling through his phone for a playlist. He didn’t have a great weekend. Neither of them did. Max is just already in a phase of acceptance for his P6 finish, while Lando is growing more frustrated by the day with his endless P9-P12 finishes. “Maybe you should ask the pilot.” Max barely stops himself from rolling his eyes. He invited Lando knowing he’d be in a shitty mood; He can’t exactly throw an attitude back at him when he just wants to be left alone. “Excuse me?” Max sees the flight attendant rushing from the bathroom to the storage area in the back of the plane. He’s ignored. Maybe they didn’t hear him. He stands up and makes his way to the back, nearly gagging when the smell gets stronger and stronger. He can almost taste it, like copper and blood in the back of his throat. It’s terrible. “Excuse me. Is that smell something to do with the plane? Has some food gone bad?” Max asks the flight attendant facing away from him. It’s a man this time, a rare occurrence for his private flights. He seems tense and doesn’t turn when Max speaks. “I am sorry, we are handling it,” the man says, the lilt of a French accent present. “It will just be a minute.”

read chapter 1: iron and rust

[burger3316271]

Canadian Grand Prix… time to play hockey 🏒🏒🏒🏒

[unfairinchident]

the birds, the bees, and help from gp

lestappen | rated e | 3.2k

Max looks to the one person he knows he can trust for advice about his first time. He's not given much to work with.

It turns out, it didn't matter much anyway.

Charles always finds ways to keep him on his toes.

It’s not that Max doesn’t know what sex is. He’s seen porn. Like, not good porn. The guy always sounds and looks like a barbarian chasing his own pleasure and the woman always seems to be trying to break the sound barrier with obvious fake pleasure. But he gets the idea. He knows what he should do in theory. The problem, of course, is that Charles isn’t a woman. And while he can figure out what he needs to do, he wants to make sure it’s good for him. He doesn’t want to just…stick it in and come. That would be embarrassing and almost definitely lead to Charles losing any interest he has in him. The interest is shocking enough; The fact that he also wants to get in bed with Max feels a bit like he’s died and gone to heaven. He can’t fuck this up. “Can I ask you something?” He asks GP over the breakfast they’re sharing in Max’s hotel room. It’s easier than going downstairs and potentially dealing with fans who are quickly hopping onto the Max Verstappen bandwagon. “Always, Max.” GP sips on his coffee while he reads an actual newspaper. Max didn’t think anyone actually did that until he met GP. He’s not even that old. “What’s going on, mate?”

[unfairinchident]

welcome to miami

lestappen | rated e | 2.6k

The moment he sees the gap in his mirrors, he knows Max fucked up. He waits for the flag, but there isn’t one, so he assumes it wasn’t a crash at least. “All clear on M.” Bryan gives him the signal they agreed on for race incidents involving Max. Charles pushes forward. He won’t let this distract him from his new race lead. He knows his car won’t beat Kimi if he pulls ahead, so he has to stay ahead. Max will get it back unless the car is done. He loses the race lead. His team has him stop too early and he finds himself having to overtake half the field just to pull off a halfway decent finish. A finish he almost ruins entirely in his last lap because he overthinks an issue he feels to the point where he makes a bigger issue, which is really just the story of his life, isn’t it?

[cadillacjohnf1]

[love-inchident]

i’m just like you 🎵

you’re just like me 🎶

[countingstars-17]

max recalling barcelona rainy date with charles (basically the only lestappen moment on track this year as well 😭)

[jwaykhey]

yo bro who got you smiling like that

[hotmandrivefast]

MY FAMILY IS BACK!! CANCEL THE RACE AND HAND THEM THE TROPHIES NOW

[countingstars-17]

Charles and Max fighting on track during FP1 😭

[unfairinchident]

fed love from silver spoons

lestappen | rated e | 8/8 | 52k

Max has always been jealous of Charles. His family loves him even when he loses, he's charming, he's pretty. He's the best, and maybe only, competition Max has.

But it's not just jealousy Max feels.

Even worse: Charles seems to feel it, too.

🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄

chapter 8: just feed me love and give it time

“You are panicking again,” Charles mutters against his skin. “It’s going to be okay. What is your biggest worry?” Max thinks about all of his worries. He has an ongoing list, one that has only grown since he read Charles’ journal: - Charles won’t feel the same once he wins a WDC - Charles will feel the same once he wins a WDC, but Max won’t - They will both feel the same, but their families/friends/teams/media/fans won’t allow them to be together - They are good at fucking, but not dating - They are good at dating, but get bored - They are bad at dating, and get bored with fucking - They have to stay a secret for so long they both resent each other - One of them does something stupid in a race - Both of them do something stupid in a race - They have to fight each other for a WDC and it ruins their relationship And more than all of those things combined, he worries that he will have to face his father and tell him the truth: That he has loved Charles Leclerc for a long time and would rather give up racing for the rest of his life than miss the chance to be with him.

read chapter 8 here

[nyree2712]

Formula 1 - Incorrect Quote 523

Charles: If only I had a place to sit

Max: *Points to an empty chair*

Charles: *Kicks chair down*

Charles: If only I had a place to sit

Max:

Max: *Sighs and motions to his lap*