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“No, I am going to Florida.”
“Miami is in Florida, Charles.”
Charles whips around with a sudden finger in his face for the second time this evening. A drunken Charles special, it seems. “I am not stupid, Max. Do not treat me like that, yes?”
It sort of makes Max think about that Binotto clip from years prior. He holds his hands up in defence. “Alright, alright.”
Charles stares him down, finger now hovering over Max’s top lip. Max can vaguely smell his skin, not enough to categorise any of the scents, but enough to have him swallowing a whine. He wants to take Charles’ finger into his mouth just to see what would happen. He doesn't.
“I cannot stay here. This city drives me crazy,” Charles mumbles. Max wouldn't have heard it if they weren't this close. Almost chest to chest, nothing but a sliver of self-control and doubt between them.
(or: Charles needs to escape Monaco, Max will follow him anywhere)
Bookmarked by sorryicantbehometoday (fightleft)
09 Apr 2026
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Now it's Max's turn to grin, wide and teasing and maybe a little too earnest.
"Well, somebody just told me that I’m going to be a world champion one day, and there's only one driver around here good enough to beat me, so I'd like to think he'll be there too."
It's silly, and hopeful, but Charles is beaming at him and it feels like a promise.
"Preferably in second place, of course."
Or: There are lots of ways to love Charles Leclerc, Max maybe learns all of them through the years.
Featuring: puddles, stargazing, unsolicited driving lessons, and the overwhelming fear of growing up.
Bookmarked by sorryicantbehometoday (fightleft)
15 Nov 2025
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“What are you doing?” Charles asked, his voice cracking.
Max blinked at him once before he smirked and said, “Well... I was going to kiss you.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to.”
“Why?” Charles repeated, feeling like his legs were going to give out.
“Is that not a good enough reason?” Max asked.
OR: The childhood best friends to lovers fairy-tale-soulmates fic that nobody asked for. Charles has been in love with Max since he was seven years old.
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Bookmarked by sorryicantbehometoday (fightleft)
05 Nov 2025
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If he had to name the place where the story of Max and Charles began, if there was a moment that divided them into Before and After, there would be a few candidates.
But there was only one correct answer. He would never forget the name.
The place is called Val d’Argenton. Stories are still being written there.
Charles likes to tell the story of the incident - turn by turn, infused with poetic drama, detailing every single emotion: frustration, anger, pure spite. Every time he tells it, his smile grows along with the laughter in his eyes, even as his words recount a tale of opposing emotions.
“I never want to go back to Val d’Argenton,” Charles once confessed.
“We’ll never go back there,” he promised, and Charles knew what he meant.
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- Part 3 of this is our place, we make the rules
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Bookmarked by sorryicantbehometoday (fightleft)
12 Sep 2025
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string of pearls by mirotic_chess
Fandoms: ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon
03 Jun 2024
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“How’s the plant?”
Kabru isn’t asking about just the plant.
Mithrun thinks of glittering blue eyes the colour of the sea on a sunny day. He thinks of crashing waves and muted laughter. Out of the corner of his eye, Kabru smiles to himself, taking in another deep breath of salted ocean air.
“I think it needs more sun time,” Mithrun mutters.
Kabru gives Mithrun a plant to take care of. Mithrun has no idea how to, so he just replicates the way he is taken care of.
Bookmarked by sorryicantbehometoday (fightleft)
03 Jun 2024