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Charles一共crush过三个对象：红牛工程师，OnlyFans博主，和那个开卡丁车的荷兰人。
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lestappen生日周快乐！
Bookmarked by pointatthevirginguys (pilouface)
15 Aug 2026
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Max的世界里从未出现过Charles Leclerc。
Charles也从没听过有一个人叫Max Verstappen。
直到有一天，Charles坐在他的红色赛车里，脑中传来一个声音：“法拉利真是坨狗屎。”
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Bookmarked by pointatthevirginguys (pilouface)
03 Aug 2026
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As the 2025 season nears its end, Charles and Max realize they might mean more to one another than they thought.
Dedicated to my dear friend Meesh, man of many names.
Bookmarked by pointatthevirginguys (pilouface)
02 Aug 2026
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It's Jamie's idea, which concerns everyone on multiple levels.
"Don't see why," says Jamie, looking mulish about it. He's got his stupid ICON cap on backwards, a pink tie-dye sweatshirt on over what Isaac's pretty sure's a pair of denim overalls. "I got good ideas, sometimes."
"Aye!" says Dani. "Like the time you told me we should tie our shoelaces together to practice running up and down the pitch. That was a good idea, until we faceplanted and had to get stitches."
The lads murmur in agreement. Jamie says, "Yeah, it were the stitches that got us, weren't it," as though that was the problem with that particular idea.
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Bookmarked by pointatthevirginguys (pilouface)
28 Jul 2026
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Of course he needs him.
Charles needs Max Verstappen like he has always needed Max Verstappen, like he will always need Max Verstappen. Charles needs Max like the air he breaths, like the water he drinks, like the gravity that steadies his feet. There is no Charles without Max, and no Max without Charles. Planet Earth only survived sixteen days of Max without bringing Charles into the world too. Planet Earth is so much stronger than him.
A thin red string tied around the foot of a chubby blonde baby boy laying in a crib in Hasselt, running across rivers and valleys and fields, through Belgium and Luxembourg and the freezing cold Alps, knotting and twisting until it found itself looped around the ankle of a squalling, red faced baby boy in Princess Grace Hospital, Monaco.
And then little Charles had looked at him across a wet karting circuit and that string had knotted tight, but he hadn’t understood the feeling at the time. Fate screaming at him that there, right there, that is your soulmate, and you will love him until the day that you die.
You have to. You have no choice.
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or, a lestappen soulmate horror au
Bookmarked by pointatthevirginguys (pilouface)
22 Jun 2026