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Wedding Bells, Wedding Kisses (Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, 900 words, drabble)
“Max!” Charles calls, slamming the front door open with significantly more force than necessary – dramatic, as always. Max mutes the stream he’s lurking in, thankful that he wasn’t on audio, and calls back.
“What’s up?”
Charles storms into the office, following the sound of Max’s voice. He stands in the doorway, cheeks a little red and chest moving like he’d run in from the parking garage. Despite the visible distress, Max can’t help but think that he looks adorable like this: worked-up over something that – inevitably – doesn’t actually matter. “Yeah?” Max starts again, half wondering if he’s meant to try and figure it out himself.
“The wedding.” Charles breathes, voice still a little shaky with whatever energy he’s buzzing on.
“The wedding.” Max nods along, as if it makes total sense, standing from his office chair. “You’re… nervous?” He prods gently as he makes his way towards the door, stopping when they’re face to face.
“How do you… how do we kiss? For the wedding.” He looks at Max with those wide, earnest eyes that always hit him right in the gut – trusting and honest and vulnerable.
But Max can’t help it: he laughs a little, no more than a snort. Charles ran up to the apartment, hair on end and eyes frantic, to ask about how to kiss? When they’ve kissed for years? Charles punches him on the arm before he can actually answer.
“Stop laughing, I’m serious!” He cries, voice one step away from a true whine. “How are we meant to kiss?”
“Like we always do?” Max offers, voice still light with laughter as Charles rolls his eyes dramatically.
“It’s not the same, Max. We do not have one, a wedding kiss.”
Max takes another step closer, closing the minimal distance between him and Charles – standing nearly chest to chest in the office doorway. He looks down at him, just a few centimeters that somehow makes all the difference, and takes in the state of his lips – clearly bitten during whatever bout of anxiety caught hold of him in the car. And it hits him:
“We can, of course…” He starts, watching Charles’s eyes flick to his own lips before meeting his gaze again. “Wanna practice?”
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Max guides them to the couch, shooing away the cats and grabbing Charles by the shoulders – urging him to sit. “So,” He starts, sitting down next to him carefully.
Charles looks nervous, hands gripping his thighs tightly, straining his jeans. Frazzled isn’t a strong enough word; he looks shaken to his core. Somehow, Max thinks, he looks even more distressed than when he tried to make a move on him for the first time – terribly drunk and painfully endearing, wearing his tux and still holding his Rookie of the Year trophy.
“Like this, then?” Max asks, leaning in and placing the most chaste of kisses on Charles’s cheek, right on the spot where his dimple forms.
Charles giggles, nervous and fleeting. “At least pretend you like me, yes?” His dimples are on display, his laugh firming up as Max pulls away and rolls his eyes.
“Sure, yeah, I can do that,” He says, moving a hand to Charles’s jaw, tilting his head ever so slightly in a familiar motion. With practiced ease, he slots their lips together. He can feel Charles continue to relax in his hand, the tension he holds in his face easing as Max sweeps his thumb along his cheek.
He sighs into it, making that little noise in the back of his throat that means he’s content, and Max takes it as an invitation. His hand slides to the base of Charles’s skull, fingers finding their spot in his soft, overgrown hair. Charles leans into him, allowing Max to pull them tighter together – allowing him to gently coax his mouth open, allowing him to kiss him deeper, to let him taste him fully.
Max moves his other hand to Charles’s hip, silently urging him to come closer, when Charles pulls away – lips stained Max’s favorite shade of blush. They match his cheeks, both alive from his touch.
“My mother will be there, you know,” Charles laughs a little, pushing against Max’s chest playfully. “Be respectful.” Max is listening, really, but it’s like part of him has been ignited; Charles almost seems bashful, chin tucked towards his chest slightly, long hair flopped boyishly over his forehead, lashes dark against his cheek as he looks down.
Max isn’t listening.
“Give her my apologies,” He smiles, grabbing Charles’s hips with both hands and pulling him onto his lap – earning a surprised noise, something between a gasp and a giggle. “My self control, you know,” He catches Charles’s lips again, tasting that delicious blush like it’s the first time “It’s not so good.”
“Max,” Charles tries to chastise him, voice closer to a moan than a beratement.
“Let’s practice later, ok? Wedding kissing,” Max says, moving his lips lower – hoping to elicit that hiccupy breath he loves so much when he touches him just right. With a delicate brush against the sensitive skin under his jaw, sliding up to catch his earlobe between his teeth, he whispers: “What d’you think?”
“I –” Charles starts, sentence falling off as Max slides a hand up his shirt, tracing the curve of his spine with feather-light touches. “Yeah, yes, um. Later, right.”
“Thought so.”
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I take full responsibility for the number of times I’ve helped fill up your ask box but at least I’m entertaining (or at least I hope you think I am).
Anyway, I was reminded of what the fandom was like back when I had just watched the pilot back in 2020. I promise there's a reason I'm telling you all this. The fandom back then basically only had that plus whatever bones Viv would throw at us, so I didn’t know about the Vees (a bunch of other people who kept up better than I did knew tho) and mostly just saw a ton of people shipping Alastor and Angel Dust. And I was like, yeah that’s the most aesthetically appealing ship and I couldn't deny the amusing ways this could play out but Alastor is aroace so I wasn't fully on board unless that was addressed in some way. I just liked the fan comics where they become friends.
Now, the aforementioned reason. Imagine Shit Happens and Alastor becomes more friendly and comfortable around Angel just as friends. Like the two found something to bond over and now they're like bros. Now imagine Vox notices this and is SO MAD like Angel already takes up so much of his boyfriend's time and now hes after his crush?? how dare he??? And Valentino is misreading the situation as "oh great my boyfriend is obsessed with the celibate guy and now my favorite whore is too??". Neither of them are handling this well. They're fighting each other. Val is demanding more Angel time at the studio and Vox is finding his own ways to lash out at Angel. Velvette has to be the one to convince them both not to go to the hotel and start picking fights. All because Alastor made another friend.
sorry this is an older ask I've kinda slacked on asks these past few days. but yes, I really enjoy the idea of the alastor-angel dust friendship, the sex-repulsed guy and the hypersexual guy forming an unlikely friendship. but also love them especially in the context of the vees considering those two are LITERALLY the reasons for the vees attention on the hotel in the first place. like if they weren't there they legit would not give a fuck. them working together would make it SOOOOO chaotic for vox and val it's so funny. I don't think vox's attention on alastor really bothers val that much, he seems mostly entertained by it or just unbothered. he would be very bothered by angel dust's attention on alastor though. as for vox well. yeah for sure he's gonna be DOUBLE bothered by angel dust considering his already existing fucked up spite of him for the val thing, and NOW he's all buddy-buddy with alastor? oh fuck no.
velvette absolutely has to hold them back because she's the only one with any sort of brain cell left in this situation. it's horrible.
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