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“Hey, baby,” Feyd says softly, curling up on his bed, phone against his ear.
“Don’t call me that,” Paul snaps.
“Whatever you say.”
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Killing Eve AU
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29 Dec 2024
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“Good evening. I’m Charles,” he offers his hand, which Max takes and for a second, Charles thinks he’s going to kiss the back of it. Some muscle spasms in the tight grip, rough velvet against soft skin. When Charles gets his hand back, it feels like he lost a finger or two in the fight.
“What’s your poison, Charles?” Max asks, settling on the barstool like it’s not designed to be the most uncomfortable chair in the world.
“Cyanide, usually. I’ll settle for a gin tonic for now.”
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Charles is a supermodel that has learned everything he needs to make his world turn. Now, he has no idea what Max Verstappen wants from him.
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28 Dec 2024
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Charles likes Max’s face. Would even go as far as saying he really, really likes Max’s face. He has spent a good amount of time over the last year looking at it.
So he is surprised it takes him as long as it does to notice it.
Charles frowns, zooming in to be sure.
It’s the freckle.
They edited Max’s freckle out. The one that is so perfectly placed on Max’s upper lip.
Something inside Charles rages.
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Charles sees that Max's freckle was edited out of a magazine cover and just has to fuck him about it.
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20 Dec 2024
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Charles' gaze travels to the Dutchman's face, his pupils blown wide, attention focused solely on Ava, giving her his full attention. Charles chokes back a whine, he wants it all. Wants the laser like focus on him, wants Max's hands gripping his body, wants the Dutchman's his lips kissing into the crook of his neck and nipping at his bottom lip before kissing him roughly. He wants to let his hands drop to the thick muscles of Max's ass as the Dutchman fucks into him. Wants to feel stretched. Overwhelmed. Wants to shake and moan and beg like Ava is.
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Charles' relationship with his girlfriend is not like it used to be, he thinks giving into her wishes will bring them closer but it ends up bringing him closer to someone else instead.
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- Part 53 of Lestappen stories
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10 Dec 2024
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He stops dead at the picture of Charles, shooting upright on the lounge, dislodging Sassy in the process. She hisses loudly at him and darts off, but Max isn’t concerned with that.
Because Charles fucking Leclerc has cut his hair off.
The photo is just a fan picture of Charles in a suit at a gala of some variety—an unimportant detail—and he looks great in the suit, crisp and blue, a black turtleneck underneath. Handsome, one might objectively describe it as. Sexy, a girl, gay, or Italian man would say. Not Max, of course, because he’s above that, but. Somebody else might describe it that way.
The sides are just gone, shaved short and gone. The top is still as long and fluffy as ever, styled very nicely but the sides.
The sides, Max laments.
He looks stupid. It’s terrible. Max hates it with a fiery, visceral passion. He knows there is no way Pascale Leclerc did that to her son. She would have stopped him from looking like some kind of dapper, handsome—
She would have stopped it, is the point.
Maybe it’s just the lighting, Max reasons frantically.
// Charles gets a haircut. Max has a meltdown.
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06 Dec 2024