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“I don’t know,” He finds himself staring at another picture. Max is laughing brightly, to the point where his eyes are crinkled, and his mother is smiling too. There is a navy cap on her head: it is a Red Bull cap. Max’s Red Bull cap. “It’s just hard to imagine, I think.”
Pascale looks at him. For a moment it is an odd look. But that quickly melts into a smile. One that is gentle around the eyes, and soft on the mouth. Somehow, it makes Charles feel young again — younger than how he already feels; twenty-one in a world where he is twenty-five.
“You don’t have to imagine it, mon garçon,” she says quietly. “It has already happened.”
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The last thing Charles remembers is the 2019 Austrian Grand Prix.
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15 Nov 2025
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“Did it hurt?”
“Yeah, it hurt.”
Nico’s expression softened, and he leant in to press a gentle kiss to Gabi’s forehead. He could see in his periphery Gabi’s trainer hovering, probably wanting to take him away to check over himself, maybe put into a warm bath to soothe the muscles, get him doing some stretches to stop his body seizing. He knew the deal, they both did. This interaction couldn’t be much longer. They always promised it wouldn’t affect their races, wouldn’t get in the way.
“I’m room 224,” Nico said softly, raising his hand and brushing his thumb over Gabi’s cheek. “If you want…?”
“Yeah,” Gabi replied without missing a beat. “I’ll see you there, after quali.”
Gabi crashes at his first home race. Nico is there to provide some much needed comfort.
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09 Nov 2025
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In the end, I always find myself thinking of you by Vroomvroomboopbeep
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
05 Sep 2025
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"Don't look at me," he repeated, voice cracking. He curled in on himself even further. A hand was on his shoulder, helping him up despite Esteban's protests. "Leave me alone."
"No, not like this," Pierre's voice trailed off. "Merde, Esteban, okay, let's—" There was rustling, yet Pierre's hand hadn't left his shoulder. "Let me just do this."
A tissue wiped across his chin, picking up the gross residue. Then another one at the corner of his lips. It was too close. Too intimate. Yet Esteban couldn't back away without looking like more of a fool than he already did.
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Sicktember 2025, day 5: Worst possible timing.
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- Part 5 of Vroom's sicktember 2025 :D
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02 Nov 2025
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drive on, dreamer (you can't leave her) by champagne_for_breakfast
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11 Sep 2025
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“If you were stuck in a timeloop, and you knew you had to stop something from happening, what would you do?”
“What 10-questions-to-ask-your-teammate-to-get-to-know-them site did you get that one from?” Lewis laughs, as he moves to pull the balaclava over his head. They have 5 minutes until they have to be ready in the car and admittedly, this moment might not be the best time to ask this kind of question.
“No, I mean it,” Charles insists, lifting his helmet from the stand, but holding it awkwardly in his hands, maintaining eye contact. “If you were stuck, what would you do?”
Lewis places his hand on his shoulder lightly, squeezing once. “We can talk about this after the race, yes?”
There won’t be an after the race, Charles thinks bitterly, but he nods his head anyway. “Yeah,” he agrees, “after the race, sure.”
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or: max crashes, charles deals with it more or less well, and the universe decides to meddle by having charles relive the same day over and over again
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Rapid fire thoughts in French pour into his head, each more hysterical sounding than the last. He recognizes “merde”, “putain”, and “pensée” and that’s it. Unhelpful.
“Charles,” he murmurs, slightly apologetic, “French.”
Charles’ eyes get even bigger, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. He makes a noise that if Max were a slightly less merciful person he would call a squeak. Watching him make the absolutely unhinged connection in real time is fascinating. Then carefully, in tentative English, You are hearing my thoughts?
Miserable, Max nods. Then shrugs. Fuck.
“Max,” Charles practically hisses, his grip on Max’s hand going tighter. The pinprick of his nails feels like the only thing connecting Max to the earth. “What the fuck?”
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Or, the year Max turns thirty, he spends about a month mid-season being able to read minds via physical touch. Charles is there too.
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