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At 25, Max Verstappen is the youngest head chef that Michelin star restauranteur Christian Horner has ever trusted in the position. Max is focused, dialled in, and eager to get Christian a fifth star, his first. Enter Charles Leclerc, the son of famed Monaco food critic and writer, Pascale Leclerc, a part-time server and architecture student.
He's just... fucking annoying.
**title change, this used to be 'i wanna get better!'.
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- Part 1 of grapefruit mignonette
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05 Feb 2026
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Charles does not like boys. He does not want to kiss them, or hold them, or be romantic with them, or fuck them.
He does not want to do any of that with Max, either. Especially.
or; Charles turns 18. Max shows up at his party. The fallout is mutually assured.
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- Part 3 of on the balcony after class
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04 Feb 2026
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What happens when an academically gifted, grumpy aerospace engineering student gets stuck with the university's most charming, extroverted swim star as his roommate? Chaos
But when feelings get too real and misunderstandings drive them apart, Max and Charles are forced to confront the truth:
They were never just roommates.
They were always inevitable.
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- Part 1 of cocktails and mocktails
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21 Jan 2026
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“You here to congratulate me?” he says, voice bright, cheeks flushed from the win, from the noise, from the ego. He tilts his head, all pretty elegance.
Max doesn’t answer. Just stalks forward until he’s toe-to-toe with him, until the smell of Charles’ sweat and champagne and heat floods his nose. “Congratulations?” Max growls, voice low and poisonous. “For what? Ruining my race? Driving like a fucking brat?”
Charles’ smile sharpens, a playful glint lighting his eyes. “I got P2,” he says simply, voice almost lighthearted, as if that explains everything. “Don’t be sore just because you couldn’t keep up.”
Max’s hand snaps out, grabs the back of Charles’ neck, fingers curling tight into the sweaty curls at his nape. He leans in, breath hot against Charles’ ear. “You’ve got no idea how close I came to running you off the track. Lucky for you, all I want is to fuck you so hard you forget everything else —especially how to drive.”
OR: Charles clips Max at the race, so Max punishes his bratty omega by making him remember his true purpose. [UPDATED 8/28/25]
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29 Dec 2025