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Love Story (Landoscar’s Version)

lando: it’s a love story, baby just say…. oscar: …yes (in a gentle, tentative way)

Now it’s become their love story 🥹

the way they look at each other… that’s what lovers do, right?

oscar!! WHHHhhhYyY you are licking your lips??!

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max calling charles "charlie" is the highlight of the day

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I imagine Max waking up early just to stare at Charles who's still asleep.

Thanks for listening to my Ted-talk

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Is it just me or are these two getting riskey

Thanks for listening to my Ted-talk

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it’s the most insane look you can give a man

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how about💰 with lestappen ?

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“If it isn’t my favourite customers.”

Charles’ face seemed to light up as you approached their table, as though their eyes hadn’t been on you since the second they entered the yacht club twenty minutes prior. He sat up a little straighter in his seat, everything about his expression soft and endearing as you stood in front of them, dressed in your uniform with your hands politely held in front of you. 

“Finally admitting we are your favourites?” Max questioned, seeming a little less eager than Charles but something in his chest still warmed when your eyes settled on him. 

“You have some tough competition with Mrs Harrison,” you told them, trying to bite back the smile that wanted to grow on your face because you knew if your manager saw, he would have far too much to say. “She tips me well and she tells me how pretty I am. She was even three margaritas deep today when she said she wished I was her daughter. It made me quite emotional actually.”

Charles raised his brows. “That’s our competition?”

“Don’t worry, Charlie, she can’t compete with your looks,” you teased, the words light-hearted and playful, and yet they still made his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “You two want your usuals?” 

Max nodded, seeing as the other boy was far too flustered to open his mouth. “We always do.”

Because that is what they always did. You didn’t remember when or how long ago the two Formula One drivers started spending time at one of Monaco’s elite yacht clubs, but you were painfully aware of them the second they were on your radar. The way they would always show up together, the way they always ordered the same drinks, the way they always wanted you as their server and no one else. 

They never used the yacht club for the social or networking aspect all the other members used it for. They just used it for you—even if you were blissfully unaware of the fact. They showed up at the club one night on a whim and the next day they were members, they were craving any possibility they could to see you again after the first time they laid eyes on you. 

And you were so, so unaware. 

You were unaware of the status they really held in Monaco, despite knowing they were famous and beloved athletes. You were unaware of the resentment other servers and even your manager held towards you for being favoured by the drivers. You were unaware of their true intentions for their visits and their growing desire to see you. 

“We have something for you,” Charles had said the second you arrived with their drinks, placing them down on the table with the grace of a professional.

Your eyes snapped over to Charles’, already shaking your head. “Not this again—”

“Mon amour,” Charles sighed.

“You guys can’t keep giving me gifts,” you said to them, taking a step back from the table and you felt like you were staring at two wounded puppies when you did. “It’s too much. Far too much.”

“It’s our tip to you,” Max said nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders. 

“No, it’s not,” you retorted.

“It is, and it would make us—the club members—extremely happy if you took the tip,” Max countered, a look a little too smug for your liking on his face. 

Because he did this every time, both boys did this every time. They would come in and try to tip you obscene amounts of money that made you feel a bit nauseous. They continued to do so until they realised your manager was taking the tips and splitting the money between the other servers too. So, they got a little more creative on how they spoiled you, on how they took care of you. 

And despite refusing every single time, they always managed to make you crack. 

You glanced over your shoulder warily to make sure your manager wasn’t looking before you faced the boys again, taking the box in Charles’ outstretched hand before carefully opening it. Your lips parted in surprise as you took in the dainty piece of jewellery, so soft and simple and elegant.

You almost felt guilty for touching the necklace. 

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured, almost absent-mindedly as your fingers lightly traced the charm on the chain before you looked at the boys. “I can’t accept this.”

“You have to,” Charles reminded you with a grin. “It’s your tip.” 

“It’s far too much,” you said with a shake of your head as you glanced down at the charm once again, your eyes eager to take in every small detail of the charm. You opened your mouth to say something, only to pause when the light caught some detailing in the charm, 

C.L. M.V. 

“Is that….are those your initials?” You questioned aloud, looking at the charm in confusion before looking at the boys. 

“Hm? No, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Max answered casually in response. 

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion. “It’s your initials. C.L. M.V. How dumb do you think I am?”

“It’s not our names, cherie, it’s a simple coincidence,” Charles said as he waved off your assumption. “It’s just the initials of the brand.” 

“Oh yeah? What’s the brand name then?” You countered. 

“Some fancy Dutch one you would’ve never heard of before,” Max answered quickly. A little too quick to not be suspicious. “We just thought it would look great on you.” 

“And it works with your uniform regulations, so you can wear it on shift,” Charles added with a charming smile, but the rest went unsaid between them. So you can wear our names around your neck, even when other men ogle you.

“I—” But you cut yourself off, knowing that arguing with them was a lost cause and would only catch the attention of your manager. “Thank you, both of you. It’s probably one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever received.”

“It will give us a challenge to top for your next gift then,” Charles teased despite the look you gave him.

“You two are relentless,” you said to them.

Max only grinned wider. “And you love it, schat.”

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“I know Max quite well. But I also know myself quite well and I know what are my limits, and I always try and push them as much as possible. I know that with Max, it will always be hard racing. But this is the way I like racing.”

-Charles Leclerc on his relationship with Max Verstappen

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SÃO PAULO, BRAZIL: Charles Leclerc prepares to drive on the grid prior to the Grand Prix of Brazil on November 05, 2023 (Photo by James Moy)

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deja_vu.mp3

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Dutch Grand Prix 2021

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"Many congratulations to the top 3 finishers of the FIA Formula 1 Belgian Grand Prix..."

Max and Charles: *not paying attention* 😏😊🙊

Press conference is over.

Max and Charles: 🗣🙊🗣

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you know what got me about charles mentioning the wind?

that during the race xavi actually told charles that max is complaining about the wind.

charles remembered this

charles remembered that max was complaining about the wind and brought it up because they were both having issues with it and it IMMEDIATELY got max all chatty

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Stop calling Lestappen moments crumbs.

Crumbs are if they are close but barely interact.

If they are grabbing waists, awkwardly coming up with topics to talk about, stand so close their boots are touching, and generally mostly exist in their little world (while trying to go along with their professional duties, mind you)

It is not a CRUMB it’s a MEAL and it’s the most we ever gonna get.

Even if they will be married with three kids they are not gonna french kiss on camera on live tv so no. NOT A CRUMB. A MEAL. And we are are not particularly starving here, fellow kids.

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it’s a ferrari thing

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easily one of the highlights from today’s F2 quali.