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07 Dec 2025
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“Are you done bothering this guy? I didn’t think blonds were your thing.” Pierre says through a mouthful of pizza, causing Charles’ eyes to go wide and dart back to Max, who is finding the whole situation rather amusing.
“Merci, Pierre, this is Max Verstappen who works at Vasseur’s and he is Dutch. He has been boring me with his whole life story.”
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Seasons pass, and fate keeps throwing Max and Charles together.
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07 Dec 2025
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George doesn’t hate change, despite what his friends and coworkers would say. In fact, George thinks that, in small doses and - of course - with enough time given to plan out what to do if this change doesn’t work out, change is very healthy and keeps him on his toes.
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There’s someone standing in his kitchen.
He looks young, maybe close to Max’s age, with messy dark brown hair that’s pulled back from his face by a red bandana, and he’s leaning against the kitchen counter like he’s supposed to be here.
Max’s first rather unhelpful thought is; fuck, he’s gorgeous. His second, more reasonable thought is;
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Charles Leclerc,” the man smiles. It's a little bit dazzling and Max is not at all distracted by it. He extends his hand for Max to shake. “I’m your new executive sous chef.”
Or: Max is very happy with his life, thank you very much. He has his restaurant, his team, and two Michelin stars at the age of 24. He definitely does not need some pretentious Monegasque chef coming in and throwing everything into chaos.
Except, maybe he does.
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06 Nov 2025
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“You’re pretty, and I like pretty boys.” Lando smiled lazily, and Oscar didn’t fail to notice how close their faces are, the older boy’s eyes soft and full of affection as his breath hits the younger one’s face.
“I like you, Osc.”
Oscar’s world tilted as Lando’s words hung in the air, sweet and devastating all at once. But before he could say anything—before he could even process what had just happened—Lando’s slumped against him, passed out cold.
Oscar sat there, frozen, staring down at the boy who had just wrecked his entire world and fixed it all at once.
What the actual fuck was that.
Or: Lando keeps confessing his love for Oscar, but only when he' s drunk.
Oscar, who doesn't know if it's real or not, has been waiting for him to say it sober.
But he never does. Or does he?
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22 Oct 2025