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MY GOAT AND HIS BF 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗
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‘Max drew his sword fully, leveling it between them. The tip pointed directly to his throat. “Drop it.” He warned.
Charles tsked, eying the sword with distaste. “Rude.”
“Drop it, Charles. I swear—”
“Oh, mon capitaine...” His smile stretched, seductive. “Must we do this every time?”’
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Captain Max Emilian Verstappen is the youngest and most feared captain in the Royal Navy, ruthless in battle and destined for greatness.
At least, he was — Until he ruined everything for a pirate.
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“Your birthday kisses. Have you not gotten them?”
Max has no idea what birthday kisses are, but his earlier question seemed to make Charles sad. And Max didn't want to make anyone sad, ever. So he decided not to ask. But Charles explained anyway.
“My Maman says that on your birthday you get the same number of kisses as the age you're turning. She always gives me and my brothers kisses on our birthday. Did your Maman not give you your kisses today?”
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max meets charles when he's six years old
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Something’s wrong. This is beyond tiredness, he feels—he feels—
He stumbles over his own legs as he tries to stand, shins hitting the edge of the coffee table.
Oh, God. God, he’s been . . . what has he been?
Drugged? In his own hotel room?
That’s confusing, and a little weird. He’s had some strange fan encounters, but he can’t say he’s ever been drugged before.
// Charles faces repercussions from his night with a penoze boss. Max doesn't let him face them alone.
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- Part 2 of drunk in love
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“I-I brought you something,” the guy carries on shyly, one hand rooting around in his pocket. “It should be like this, because you gave me my coat back.”
“Oh,” Charles frowns, taken aback. “It was only polite, you don’t need- holy fuck, is that a ring?”
How much do you really know about belonging and magical creatures? More than Charles, hopefully.
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- Part 34 of lestappen sundays (fic collection)
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“So does this mean I can punch your dad?”
“No, Charlie.”
“Awh, man.” Charles said, and they both dissolved into another fit of quiet laughter, the city humming beyond their thin hotel walls. Outside, the night was still cold, but inside the room, beside Max, everything felt suddenly, impossibly warm.
Or. Max keeps on kissing Charles hands until he stops frowning.