Wildest dreams || Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen (lestappen)

I almost lost you twice

New chapter! But before we start I would like to credit the talented @elenafromthesky on tumblr for letting me use her art for this chapter!
Enjoy reading!

Xx

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Only 5 laps to go on the Azerbaijan grand prix as mazepin got a blue flag, he was cruising, it was going so well when suddenly "fuck!" Crash!
As his car sped towards the right hand concrete wall at the main straight, Max was quick to pull his hands of the steering wheel. As he came to a halt he was quick to come on his radio towards the team.
"The fucking tyre! Fuck!" He said as this happend to stroll only a couple rounds back. Fucking stupid Pirelli's!

Meanwhile Charles's race engineer came to him on the radio "Uh a crash, a crash on the main straight, on the left, stay to the left on the straight" why the fuck did he sound so unsure? There is a crash or there isn't right? And should I stay left or was the crash on the left? Merde!
As he entered the main straight he saw it was a Redbull "fuck Max?" He cursed in to his helmet making sure to not push the button of his team radio. A little bit of calm came over him as he saw the dutchman furiously climbing out of his car, though that was until his engineer came on the radio again "We are still racing"

"That's a joke, that's a joke,, put the fucking safety car out straight away, why are we? Why are we waiting?
Charles was furious, Max's car was beached close to the racing line, they drive their top speeds there! It's official the FIA had fucking lost it. They couldn't keep racing like this. He was glad to see his boyfriend get out of the car, so he doesn't want to see him get hurt after because these people where the pinnacle of incompetence.

After all the race was restarted , it was quite a mess so in the end Checo won with Sebastian second and Pierre finishing off in the top 3, Charles just missing out on a podium as he had started this race from pole. But honestly they knew their car wasn't good enough on race pace, so overall it was good. But to Charles the best thing was that Max got out of the car  unharmed. After what happened last winter the monegasque felt a extra bit of dread and fear if it came down to Max and crashes.

So when it was time for the podium ceremony he played it off to see Pierre and Seb on the podium, while Max was supportive of Checo. But in all honesty it was just to get close to Max, and see with his own eyes that his boyfriend was in fact alright. As he went to stand next to him Max for a second looked surprised before he realised. "I'm okay, really" he whispered with a slight smile. And after finishing everything up at the track, the monegasque stayed close by his side until the couple eventually got home. Every time as he checked up on him, telling him. "I lost you once, I'm not going to loose you twice"

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It was now six week later, the weekend of the British Grand Prix , Max had a 32 points lead in the championship by now. After the start it was a fierce battle, neither Lewis or Max wanting to give an inch of tarmac, that was until for a moment the time stood still.
His right rear was clipped as Lewis under steered in to him completely missing the apex and before he knew it he was in the barriers.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to speak but the air was out of his lungs, this was quite the impact he realised.

"Max are you okay?" GP asked worry laces in his words.
There was nothing, no board radio, for a moment only silence, the smell of fear hanging in the Redbull garage and on the pitwall.
It took a little while before he felt like he could utter anything, but he wanted to let his team and loved ones know he was still there so he pushed the button of his board radio, well this was better then nothing.
"Arrfghh ahhhh fuck!" Muffled sounds came over the radio, and though still petrified at Redbull they we're able to take a breath of fresh air as they heard his voice.

Two marshals were standing on the tyre wall to see if he was moving,he saw from under his helmet, trying to suck in some more air he moved as he tried to get out of the car.
As he tried he needed help from the surrounding marshals as he stood up he had to lean over his halo to catch his breath again. Sitting down on it to get his legs out as the doctor who was now at his side supports his right arm , another marshal to his left.