Random (one) shots

Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen

TW: use of homophobic language, slight internalised homophobia

For littllediablo

Takes place in 2019

"Why not Max? Why? What is soo fucking awfull About me or our relationhip that I can't even tell my my family or my closest friends?"

"There's nothing wrong with you. I love you Charles, with all my heart, but "

"But what? Tell me! Because I'm getting damn tired of hiding, I'm getting damn tired of my brothers teasing me and my mum throwing me concerned looks because I've been single for so long eventhough I've been fucking dating you for almost 8 months now."

Max face looked like he was stuck between telling Charles whatever was the truth or some lie, for only a second, before it turned into an angry expression.

"Because it won't last anyway. We're both drivers, we're both too stubborn, I don't love you Charles, I'm not a fugging faggot, so fuck off. You're happy now?"

Charles didn't even look sad, there was just a blank expression on his face before he nodded his head in defeat.

"You know what? I think you actually do love me, I definetly love you Max, I just think that whatever your dad or whoever told you about homosexuality is still stuck inside your brain, so if you ever liked me only slightly in the way I like you, maybe you will finally be ready to ask for help. Not nessecarily for me, but for you. See you in Spain Max."

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It took an hour of just staring at the door Charles had left through for Max to come out of his shock and start moving again.

He couldn't believe he had actually said that to Charles, that he had called his own boyfriend a faggot. If Charles still was his boyfriend that is.

More than once had Charles adviced him to go see a therapist or just talk to him or his sister or Daniel about the way he felt, but he just couldn't.

Max couldn't admit to himself that what his father had said to him as a child still affected him this much.

And now he was alone in his appartment, tears flowing down his cheeks still staring at the door the person he loved more than anyone else had just left through, while he shakily took his phone into his hands.

"Hey Maxy what's it you're calling me for?"

Max had to really focus to be able to answer Daniel without just sobbing into the phone.

"Are you in Monacco right now?"

"Yeah, just arrived. Are you okay? You sound I don't know different."

"Yeah just...", another deep breath "Just need someone to talk to I guess"

"Aight want me to come over or"

"No, I'll come to yours. See you"

With that Max hung up, he was extremly thankfull Daniel didn't ask any further questions and just accepted his unexpected call.

Daniel on the other side was utterly confused. He had never experienced Max this way. His friend almost sounded like he had been crying and Daniel really didn't know how to handle that.

Over the years he had learned how to handle Max' anger, frustration, happiness and disappointment. But crying? That never happened.

It was only 30 minutes later that his doorbell rang. When he opened it he was greeted by a very unsure Looking Max who in fact looked like he had been crying, Daniel knew better than to make a comment about it though.